O Muse, grant me the power divine, of heaven’s soul to speak. To convey in words what makes the oceans stir, mountains move and spheres collide. No mere task for mortals to accomplice, with earthly fragility, Again, shape O Muse the flesh of this tongue, be now still to wag with divinity.
From an ancient time and a distant land, yet in our common repose. The face of beauty was beheld by one, she who entangled cities and launched ships. Anno Domini 1997, witness the dethronement of this potentate prescribed eternal.