Female: In sleep it wrote for me, In dreams he came, That Muse that writes for me And calls my name. And will I write again, Once for awhile? For Phantom of the Literature is there, Inside my file. Male: It brings me fantasy, And fiction, too. Both crime and mystery Look so anew. For time I spent in vain That does beguile - For Phantom of the Literature is there, Inside my file. Come to me, my Angel of prose! Oh come to me! Male and female: It makes me type and type, Deprives of sleep, Book's getting strong and ripe, Inside me deep. It's published making me Both cry and smile - For Phantom of the Literature is there, Inside my file.