Plea to a Muse

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You are a shining pearl
Hiding beneath a dark lonely sea,
Whose brilliance few have seen;
And but one fleeting chance
To touch your luster, only for a moment,
Would find me risking life and limb
On such a foolish endeavor.

You are the flame and I the moth;
And though I well know the peril,
My addiction grows.
I yearn; I pine; I fly ever closer,
Unable to resist my desire
To feel the warmth of your kiss.
Oh sweetness you are, my fiery Death!

You are that glowing orb
Which graces its light to the midnight sky.
And how jealous I am of tenebrous clouds
Who appear to caress it with vile, inky hands!
Lo! My hands are gentle as silk,
And my heart far more innocent.
Why then must you rebuke me, my Moon?

You are my Love, my Life, my Song!
I listlessly await every tone from your lips;
And yet you speak not.
Am I somehow unworthy of your voice?
Am I not sincere enough in my devotion?
I grovel then at your feet and beseech --
Speak your love to me, my Muse!