Her Muse
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Her muse is as fickle and flighty
As a deer of Artemis Pursued by an earnest hunter Who wishes only a kiss CHORUS Dance, dance O deer, for a while Dance for her once more Bring to her a wonderous tune So that I may hear her words Her muse strikes as quickly as lightning Then fades away like the mist No trap or snare can keep her And all bolts and arrows shall miss CHORUS But sometimes, under a blue moon, This deer of a muse may be tamed Never for long, and never too soon And only while close to the flame CHORUS Inspiration, a spark, is oft called But this deer dances about a blaze To tame her is no task for cowards But requires a lover's soft gaze CHORUS |
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