To each his wont, each man his want,
and to each muse, her silent might
with which her lover she does haunt,
his rest of days, and all his nights.
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To each his wont, each man his want,
and to each muse, her silent might
with which her lover she does haunt,
his rest of days, and all his nights.
Poems & People 
almost sounds like
a fun arrangement 🙂
Hahaha, it does really.
her silence might,
with which her lover, she does haunt,
🙂
Her silent might refers to an eccentricity or an idiosyncrasy which is evident to only the lover and illusive to all but. 😀
Of lost, what with? Of lost, to whom?
To gain, where of? Of left too soon.
And then your silence pertains to what? 😛
My silence pertains to the play of life, of which I find myself spectating, for I am doomed if I do and doomed if I do not.
Tsk Tsk very dark 😛
Let this room die in me,
Let this room bleed…
Dark perhaps, or perhaps not so.
Regardless, It eludes me, the metaphor you just used. Does the room analogize the heart or the soul?
We can never analogize between the heart and the soul, but life itself demonstrates both. Whereas the metaphor I used includes the gothic traumas…
What a beautiful poem. Muses do rule our nights and days. Thanks for sharing, and thank you for visiting my blog. 🙂
You are most welcome.
Haunting, I love it.
You are a beautiful writer. I love your line of the muse – makes me think that she’s haunted herself which results in silence and results in haunting her lover because he does not know what lays beneath.
You have summarized it well.