Yes! urban is your Muse, and owns <br />An empire based on London stones; <br />Yet flow'rs, as mountain violets sweet, <br />Spring from the pavement 'neath her feet. <br /> <br />Of wilder birth this Muse of mine, <br />Hill-cradled, and baptized with brine; <br />And 'tis for her a sweet despair <br />To watch that courtly step and air! <br /> <br />Yet surely she, without reproof, <br />Greeting may send from realms aloof, <br />And even claim a tie in blood, <br />And dare to deem it sisterhood. <br /> <br />For well we know, those Maidens be <br />All daughters of Mnemosyne; <br />And 'neath the unifying sun, <br />Many the songs-but Song is one.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-austin-dobson/
