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.