Wisdom
The Muses do not sing for fools,
nor angels swim in shallow pools;
their inspiration, broad of sweep,
is only found in heavens deep,
and only to the nearly wise
is given grace as great as skies.
But wisdom, quiet, still, and small,
in but a point encircles all,
has held since history began
the courses of each future plan,
and like a light on whisp of cloud
can humble Muses fair and proud.
Delirious
Sun's sure heat,
bright needle
pinning me,
makes me dream,
delirious,
of a chill torture.
Summer, leave me,
grant me peace!
