Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

An Invocation

Sweet Muse! companion of my every hour!
Voice of my Joy! Sure soother of the sigh!
Now plume thy pinions, now exert each power,
And fly to him who owns the candid eye.

And if a smile of Praise thy labour hail
(Well shall thy labours then my mind employ)
Fly fleetly back, sweet Muse! and with the tale
O’erspread my Features with a flush of Joy!

1. To William Wordsworth
2. On The Christening Of A Friend's Child
3. The Visionary Hope
4. A Tombless Epitaph
5. Lines Composed In A Concert-Room

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