My tongue-tied muse (Michael Gray)
- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2018-11-23). Score information: Letter (landscape), 8 pages, 215 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes:
First published: 2018
Description: This is part of an on-going project called "Book of Sonnets."
External websites: http://www.graymichael.com
Original text and translations
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words,
And like unletter'd clerk still cry "Amen"
To every hymn that able spirit affords
In polish'd form of well-refin'd pen.
Hearing you prais'd, I say, "'Tis so, 'tis true."
And to the most of praise add something more:
But that is in my thought, whose love to you
Though words come hind-most, holds his rank before.
Then, others, for the breath of words respect
Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
William Shakespeare (Sonnet LXXXV)