Invocation to My Muse

By Michelle Mairesse

Sing, lovely Muse, in any key you choose.

Compose my mind. Sweep away all you find

Of palpitating gush. Give me, in trust,

Reins of your flying horse. Show me your source,

The Hippocrene. There I'll drink too, and dream

Of gods at ease on a Grecian frieze:

    In seven words for love and one for duty,

    We advocate Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.

    All false gods forbid the worship of trees.