<h2><SPAN name="poem60"></SPAN>INSPIRATION</h2>
<p class="poetry">Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy,<br/>
Is inspiration, eager to pursue,<br/>
But rather like a maiden, fond, yet coy,<br/>
Who gives herself to him who best doth woo.</p>
<p class="poetry">Once she may smile, or thrice, thy soul to
fire,<br/>
In passing by, but when she turns her face,<br/>
Thou must persist and seek her with desire,<br/>
If thou wouldst win the favour of her grace.</p>
<p class="poetry">And if, like some winged bird, she cleaves the
air,<br/>
And leaves thee spent and stricken on the earth,<br/>
Still must thou strive to follow even there,<br/>
That she may know thy valour and thy worth.</p>
<p class="poetry">Then shall she come unveiling all her charms,<br/>
Giving thee joy for pain, and smiles for tears;<br/>
Then shalt thou clasp her with possessing arms,<br/>
The while she murmurs music in thine ears.</p>
<p class="poetry">But ere her kiss has faded from thy cheek,<br/>
She shall flee from thee over hill and glade,<br/>
So must thou seek and ever seek and seek<br/>
For each new conquest of this phantom maid</p>
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