Odes on Several Subjects (Akenside)/Ode 6

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3263063Odes on Several Subjects (Akenside) — Ode VI: On the Absence of the Poetic InclinationMark Akenside

ODE VI.
On the Absence of the Poetic
Inclination.

QUEEN of my songs, harmonious maid,
Why, why hast thou withdrawn thy aid?
Why thus forsook my widow'd breast,
With dark infeebling damps oppress'd?
Where is the bold prophetic heat,
With which my bosom wont to beat?
Where all the bright mysterious dreams
Of haunted shades and tuneful streams,

That woo'd my Genius to divinest themes?


Say, can the purple charms of wine,
Or young Dione's form divine,
Or flatt'ring scenes of promis'd fame
Relume thy faint, thy dying flame?

Have soft, melodious airs the pow'r,
To give one free, poetick hour?
Or, from amid th' Elysian train,
The soul of Milton shall I gain,

To win the back with some cœlestial strain?


O mighty mind! O sacred flame!
My spirit kindles at his name;
Again my lab'ring bosom burns;
The Muse, th' inspiring Muse returns!
Such on the banks of Tyne confest,
I hail'd the bright, ethereal guest,
When first she seal'd me for her own,
Made all her blissful treasures known,

And bad me swear to follow Her alone.