My Muse

IV. 1.

In the days of my youth she was fond of me,

And the seven-stemmed flute she handed me.

To me with smile she listened; and already gently

Along the openings echoing of the woods

Was playing I with fingers tender:

Both hymns solemn, god-inspired

And peaceful song of Phrygian shepherd.

From morn till night in oak's dumb shadow

To the strange maid's teaching intent I listened;

And with sparing reward me gladdening

Tossing back her curls from her forehead dear,

From my hands the flute herself she took.

Now filled the wood was with breath divine

And the heart with holy enchantment filled.

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