The idle rhythm
Of Her song
Soothes the soul
And cools like balm
The molten heat
The idle rhythm
Of Her song
Soothes the soul
And cools like balm
The molten heat
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