The poet laments the absence of his muse, questioning if she resides on Saturn among its moons and flowers, or in a metropolis on Mars hearing occult commands and bugles of war. He wonders if she gathers sea flowers from the shores of Venus, or has traveled beyond the Zodiac constellation to share earthly tales with singers on the star Altair.
The poet laments the absence of his muse, questioning if she resides on Saturn among its moons and flowers, or in a metropolis on Mars hearing occult commands and bugles of war. He wonders if she gathers sea flowers from the shores of Venus, or has traveled beyond the Zodiac constellation to share earthly tales with singers on the star Altair.
The poet laments the absence of his muse, questioning if she resides on Saturn among its moons and flowers, or in a metropolis on Mars hearing occult commands and bugles of war. He wonders if she gathers sea flowers from the shores of Venus, or has traveled beyond the Zodiac constellation to share earthly tales with singers on the star Altair.
O Muse, where loiterest thou? In any land Of Saturn, lit with moons and nenuphars? Or in what high metropolis of Mars— Hearing the gongs of dire, occult command, And bugles blown from strand to unknown strand Of continents embattled in old wars That primal kings began? Or on the bars Of ebbing seas in Venus, from the sand Of shattered nacre with a thousand hues, Dost pluck the blossoms of the purple wrack And roses of blue coral for thy hair? Or, flown beyond the roaring Zodiac, Translatest thou the tale of earthly news And earthly songs to singers of Altair?