THE SONG OF THE MUSES.
What is that melody weird and wild
That throbs and sobs like the wail of a child
Through the quiet night so still and mild?
Behold, it is a choir feline,
With tenors, altos—all told, nine;
Those are the Mewses, I opine.
What is that melody weird and wild
That throbs and sobs like the wail of a child
Through the quiet night so still and mild?
Behold, it is a choir feline,
With tenors, altos—all told, nine;
Those are the Mewses, I opine.