The poet dips his quill
In the inkwell of the
muse
The resulting flowing
words
Are the fruit of
thought
Gathered on the page
In a Poetic harvest
The poet dips his quill
In the inkwell of the
muse
The resulting flowing
words
Are the fruit of
thought
Gathered on the page
In a Poetic harvest
In the well of thoughts
The wordsmith dips his
cup
In search of inspiration
And drinks deep the
draught
But when the spark is
struck
The muse was present
At the moment of
conception
Versatile Polyhymnia
Muse of singing
Muse of mime
And of sacred dancing
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The ninth and final
was,
The divine Urania,
Heavenly muse,
Was the muse of
astrology
A globe in her hand
Dressed in a cloak
embroidered with stars
Urania was reader of
the stars
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The eighth was,
The divine Thalia,
Flourishing, in bloom,
Was the muse of comedy
and idyllic poetry
A comic mask in her
hand
The praises of Thalia,
rustic goddess
And in her songs
flourish through time
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The seventh was,
The divine Terpsichore,
Delight of dancing,
Muse of choral songs
and dance
A lyre in her hand
Accompanies the
dancers
Terpsichore muse of
dance
Mother of the sirens
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The sixth was,
The divine Polyhymnia,
The one of many hymns,
Was the Muse of sacred
poetry and sacred hymns
Of eloquence and
pantomime
In her long cloak and
classical pose
Polyhymnia was a
serious, pensive and meditative muse
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The fifth was,
The divine Melpomène,
The one that is
melodious,
Was firstly the muse
of singing
To celebrate with
dance and song
Then she became the
muse of tragedy
And hid behind a
tragic mask
A knife or club in her
hand
Creator of beautiful
lyrical phrases
Melpomène muse of
Horace
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The fourth was,
The divine Euterpe,
Rejoicing well,
Was firstly the muse
of music
Then of Lyrical poetry
A double flute in her
hand
Euterpe the Giver of
delight
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The third was,
The divine Erato,
Desired and lovely,
Was the muse of the
lyric poets
A golden arrow in her
hand
Muse of love verse
And of Erotic poetry
Erato the muse who
charms the sight
And inspires love in
everybody
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The second was,
The divine Clio
The maker of fame,
Was the muse of
history
A parchment scroll in
her hands
Clio was the
proclaimer
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The first was,
The divine Calliope,
Beautiful-voiced,
Was the muse of the
epic poets
A writing tablet in
her hand
Calliope was Homer's
muse
Inspiration for the
Iliad
Divine influence of
the Odyssey