The Muse - Laura Marling

God’s work is planned

I stand here with a man

That talked to me so candidly

More than I choose

My lips at once are rouged

I feel again the blues

Of longing, ever longing, to be

Confused

He wrote me a letter

Saying he would love me better

Than my poor son’s begetter

The ruse

Spoke of love like hunger

He at once was younger

Younger, ever younger, in my hunger

For a muse

Finest man that I’ve seen

Ever since my eyes have been

But his honesty did gleam me blind

Keep those thoughts from sight

Follow me into the night

And you can call on me when you need

The light

You know what I need

Why won’t you give it me?

Must I fall down at your feet and plead?

Don’t you be scared of me

I’m nothing but the beast

And I’ll call on you when I need

To feast