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Eugene Field - Bion’s Song Of Eros
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Eros is the god of love;
      He and I are hand-in-glove.
      All the gentle, gracious Muses
          Follow Eros where he leads,
      And they bless the bard who chooses
          To proclaim love’s famous deeds;
      Him they serve in rapturous glee, —
      That is why they’re good to me.

      Sometimes I have gone astray
      From love’s sunny, flowery way;
      How I floundered, how I stuttered!
          And, deprived of ways and means,
      What egregious rot I uttered, —
          Such as suits the magazines!
      I was rescued only when
      Eros called me back again.

      Gods forfend that I should shun
      That benignant Mother’s son!
      Why, the poet who refuses
          To emblazon love’s delights
      Gets the mitten from the Muses, —
          Then what balderdash he writes!
      I love Love; which being so,
      See how smooth my verses flow!

      Gentle Eros, lead the way, —
      I will follow while I may;
      Be thy path by hill or hollow,
          I will follow fast and free;
      And when I’m too old to follow,
          I will sit and sing of thee, —
      Potent still in intellect,
      Sit, and sing, and retrospect.
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