Oh, yes, you have long been a muse to me: Erato, certainly, a goddess in jeans and sneaks Euterpe when you sing along to the radio But maybe now a sad Melpomene
Oh, yes, you have long been a muse to me To my poor eyes to scan and deeply see And then translate your joy into iambic lines In gratitude, in hope, in forever words
Oh, yes, you have long been a muse to me But now to others – and are we not to be?