This could be relevant, if you would want it to be

This is a segment of the lyrics to "Inflammatory Writ", a song by Joanna Newsom. There is a link to it around here somewhere. Listen, or read, or both at once! [The lyrics] will inevitably make best sense when they're heard the way they were intended to be heard.
I like the middle stanza best but that is, of course, just me.

And all at once, it came to me
And I wrote and hunched 'till four-thirty
But that vestal light
It burns out with the night

In spite of all the time that we spend on it
On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
While outside, the wild boars root
Without bending a bough underfoot

Oh, it breaks my heart
I don't know how they do it
So don't ask me!