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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Parnassus Within

By Giordano Bruno (1548–1600)

O HEART, ’tis you my chief Parnassus are,

Where for my safety I must ever climb.

My wingèd thoughts are Muses, who from far

Bring gifts of beauty to the court of Time;

And Helicon, that fair unwasted rill,

Springs newly in my tears upon the earth,

And by those streams and nymphs, and by that hill,

It pleased the gods to give a poet birth.

No favoring hand that comes of lofty race,

No priestly unction, nor the grant of kings,

Can on me lay such lustre and such grace,

Nor add such heritage; for one who sings

Hath a crowned head, and by the sacred bay,

His heart, his thoughts, his tears, are consecrate alway.