Possessed beyond the Muse’s painting;
By turns they felt the glowing mind
Disturbed, delighted, raised, refined;
’Till once, ’tis said, when all were fired,
Filled with fury, rapt, inspired,
From the supporting myrtles round,
They snatched her instruments of sound;
And as they oft had heard apart
Sweet lessons of her forceful art,
Each—for madness ruled the hour—