MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! <br /> May I sing to thee <br />As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae? <br /> Or may I woo thee <br />In earlier Sicilian? or thy smiles <br />Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, <br />By bards who died content on pleasant sward, <br /> Leaving great verse unto a little clan? <br />O give me their old vigour! and unheard <br /> Save of the quiet primrose, and the span <br /> Of heaven, and few ears, <br />Rounded by thee, my song should die away <br /> Content as theirs, <br />Rich in the simple worship of a day.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-of-an-ode-to-maia/
