I am here to
sing thee songs. In this hall of thine I have a corner seat.
In thy world
I have no work to do; my useless life can only break out in tunes
without a purpose.
When the
hour strikes for thy silent worship at the dark temple of midnight,
command me, my master, to stand before thee to sing.
When in the
morning air the golden harp is tuned, honour me,commanding my presence.
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