Here you will find the Poem Love And The Muse of poet Mathilde Blind
STRUCK down by Love in cruel mood, That I ever met Love I rued, Bleeding and bruised I lay, Wet was my face as with the salt sea spray. A lovely Muse on sparkling wing A painless elemental thing, Free as bird did float, Swift flames of song light leaping from her throat. And being more pitiful than Love Stooped glowing from her path above, And an unearthly kiss Laid on my lips: Muse, answer, what is this? In dreams or drunkenness divine My life is all transfused with thine; Like bubbles swept along, My tears dissolve on cataracts of song.
