My heart doth all but burst
to loose the feelings there a-chained.
No word has yet been born
by which they might be given flight
and through my mouth be uttered pure
upon the air which bears the noblest of heaven-born.
No colors yet on palette mixed
from curved rainbow nor from bursting flower a-bloom
can match the burning passion of my thoughts
which blossom full within my heart.
No melody of stringed instrument born
nor whispered from the fairest lips
can swell the songs that
my heart sings,
as I do think and feel and know-
imprisoned by my locked lips
denied by gift of word and language.
Such feelings deep within my breast
do struggle with my awkward tongue
to burst in glowing splendor
in the brightest day or darkest night.
Until the muses bless my tongue
and give my mind the secret of its use,
I shall but court them in my heart
and hope that others looking in my eyes
can share my straining to be heard