Who knows Dickinson's poem "Wake Up, Nine Muses"

Wake up, Muse Nine, sing a beautiful song for me, Wake up, Muse Nine, sing a beautiful song for me, wake up, Muse Nine, sing a beautiful song for me, untie the solemn rope and tie my lover! Oh, the earth is made for lovers, girls and desperate lovers, for sighs, gentle whispers and the combination of two people. In the earth, the sea or the sky, everything has a spouse. God is in his world, and nothing is so beautiful except you! The bride, then the groom, two, then one, Adam and Eve, his spouse, the moon, then the sun; Life has proved this proverb: Happy are those who obey, and those who disobey the monarch will be hanged. Noble people look for lowly people, great people look for small people, and on this earth, no one can't find the people they are looking for; Bees pay attention to flowers, his suit accepts flowers, they hold a happy wedding, and the guests are blinds; The wind courted the branches, and the branches all won, and the father courted his daughter. The storm strolled along the beach, humming a sad tune, the waves looked at the moon with melancholy eyes, their souls met, they made a solemn oath, he stopped singing sad songs, and her sadness disappeared. Worms courted mortals, and death got a living bride, and they got married day and night, from morning till night; The earth is a happy girl, heaven is such a real knight, and the earth is quite coquettish, pleading in vain. Now apply, read the roster, bring you to justice, and tidy up your soul: you are a lonely person, a cold person, and there will be no kind partner. What you sow is what you reap. You have never been silent. Every minute is too long. Many sad reflections and wailing replace songs? Sarah, Eliza, such a beautiful Imaleen, Harriet, Susan, and her curly hair! Your eyes are sadly blind, but you can still see six real and beautiful girls sitting in the tree; Approach the tree carefully, then climb it bravely, grab the person you love, and don't care about space or time! Then take her to the Greenwood, build a gazebo for her, give her what she wants, jewelry, birds, or flowers-take a flute, trumpet, and drum-say good morning to the world, and then go home with honor! Is this it?