48. An Hymn to the Muses
Honour to you who sitNear to the well of wit,And drink your fill of it!
Glory and worship beTo you, sweet Maids, thrice three,Who still inspire me;
And teach me how to singUnto the lyric string,My measures ravishing!
Then, while I sing your praise,My priest-hood crown with baysGreen to the end of days!