After A Long, Long Time When My Voice

After a long, long time when my Voice Rose high unto the heavens to sing And verse on verse I wove on things, Emotions, seasons, fields, dusk, dawn, Night, fairies and the rest of things: It grew of sudden parch; choked the words. And no verse issued from the poet’s rock. Its sides were dry and dust had gathered too Seeing that in the watercourse of poesy Dryness had made it overgrown with grass: But Suddenly the lightning struck; the Muse Came and inspired; rose again the Voice, That Voice that rent the heavens going Upwards towards old ancient Olympus, That Voice sang and verse on verse it made: After a long, long time; a long, long time.