Great Muses in your golden realm,
Will not you hear my plea?
And sound a bell to end my torture
And tell me what you see?
Great Ladies you who number nine,
Can not you give me thought?
To tell me how to write and sing
And tell me tales to wrought?
Great Ones in the skies above,
Hear my cry and answer!
End this barren drought of mine,
Send to me your words and sounds
That I may write this final line!