We, The Muses

The sacred muse of love now sings divine
As arms around each other we entwine,
Where lip on tender lip half whispers “Mine.”
Her strings of love do ravish so the air
Rare light runs quiv’ring in your glist’ning hair;
Her lyre’s echoes echo “fair, so fair.”
The sacred muse of love now sings so strong
That we are roundly bound where we belong—
Together, bright and right, and never wrong,
Together, one to one, till life does part,
As one in mind and spirit, one in heart—
Our sacred muse of life that we now start.
We are the muses of our happy day,
And we the song we live along our way.

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