When, as a boy, I went <br />To study in the Muses' school, <br />One of them came to me, and took <br />Me by the hand, and all that day, <br />She through the work-shop led me graciously, <br />The mysteries of the craft to see. <br />She guided me <br />Through every part, <br />And showed me all <br />The instruments of art, <br />And did their uses all rehearse, <br />In works alike of prose and verse. <br />I looked, and paused awhile, <br />Then asked: 'O Muse, where is the file?' <br />'The file is out of order, friend, and we <br />Now do without it,' answered she. <br />'But, to repair it, then, have you no care?' <br />'We _should_, indeed, but have no time to spare.'<br /><br />Count Giacomo Leopardi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scherzo/
