Portrait from rockls.com
Now that I take to the stage
All high and mighty to the core
Should I break into rapturous song
And dazzle all from shore to shore.
EVEN though I am not
That which I was meant to be,
The day remains very young
And softer be Her palms
And goodly fortunes bare.
Portrait by Benjamin Robert Haydon
Tell me who did lay the first brick
To a dome higher than glamorous peak.
Whose charms and power
Do aloft mountains soar.
Who sang at best
Like sweet nightingales.