lyre - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

I took my lyre and said:
Come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument

Deep desire, that pierces heart and spirit to the root,
Finds reluctant voice in verse that yearns like soaring fire,
Takes exultant voice when music holds in high pursuit Deep desire
Keen as burns the passion of the rose whose buds...