Who is my Muse? Urania perchance --
The one who causes me to gaze at stars?
Terpsichore then; she who leads my dance,
And wand’ring, practising my choral bars.
Melpomene is not my choice today
For tragedy is not my current style.
Not Euterpe, who makes the music play,
Nor Thalia, whose presence makes me smile.
Though Polyhymnia would speak full well
The instrument is flawed; that’s been shown.
Calliope would take too long to tell
Her tale through me; and Clio’s story’s known.
I sense Erato’s work in what I choose,
Although I know that Helos is my Muse.
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