Again it comes, this midnight ghost
Of many thoughts. It strikes me most
Just as I am about to sleep
And drift into a slumber deep.
Such great ideas flood my mind:
Profound, inspired, delights I find
So worthy of the greatest Muse.
I must get up and write! --- or choose
To stay here in this cozy bed.
I’ll memorize these words instead.
But when I wake at morning’s dawn
My brilliant thoughts have fled –
They’re gone!!