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In Vita Minerva

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Topics: classic

Vex not the Muse with idle prayers, -     She will not hear thy call;     She steals upon thee unawares,     Or seeks thee not at all.     Soft as the moonbeams when they sought     Endymion's fragrant bower,     She parts the whispering leaves of thought     To show her full-blown flower.     For thee her wooing hour has passed,     The singing birds have flown,     And winter comes with icy blast     To chill thy buds unblown.     Yet, though the woods no longer thrill     As once their arches rung,     Sweet echoes hover round thee still     Of songs thy summer sung.     Live in thy past; await no more     The rush of heaven-sent wings;     Earth still has music left in store     While Memory sighs and sings.

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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