The Tyranny Of Rhyme

Inane coquette, depart from me, Thou siren known as Muse of rhyme, Thou fain wouldst make thy slave of me, To give thee all my thought, my time, And all the love that's in my heart, I know thee well, depart! depart!

I love a nobler Muse than thee, She's simple, free, intense, sublime, Her rhythm has sweeter melody Than e'er could have thy wanton rhyme. I gave to Rhythm my soul, my heart, O Muse of Rhyme, depart! depart!