As Man's dull form inert and silent lay, <br />A senseless heap of unenliven'd clay, <br />Till bold Prometheus with ethereal flame <br />Rous'd into life the animated frame, <br />So shall my torpid verse a charm acquire <br />From the bright touch of thy harmonious fire; <br />To these mute lays the voice of Music give, <br />And by thy Genius bid my numbers live, <br />Amid thy verdant bays this flow'ret twine, <br />‘And make immortal, verse as mean as mine.’<br /><br />Henry James Pye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sent-to-dr-hayes-with-the-ode-to-harmony/
