Invocation of The Nine

O Nine! to me relate the route to verse!
With rhyme and meter, sing your timeless muse
And rousing boons of poesy disperse!

Thus, Calliope epic tunes will choose,
The olden lays will Clio well retell,
And mirthful Euterpe will joy diffuse.

While Erato within my heart will dwell,
Melpomene in tears will find abode
And Polyhymnia in nimbus cell.

Terpsichore will charge with rhythm each ode,
Her playful wit, will blithe Thalia grant
And wise Urania her lore will load.

O Nine of Old! bestow on me your chant;
The seeds of bard inside my garden plant!