Kalliope, true friend of those of us
Intent and bent on drawing from our sense
Such words and images, felicitous,
As worthy of Olympic recompense;
Kalliope, eternal, dwelling there,
But ever condescending to descend
From snowy mountain summit in the air,
To stand before the ones whom you befriend.
Kalliope, I trust it not a fall
To step down from that high, immortal place,
And guide your sandals to my study hall,
To bring me lessons on artistic grace.
And so to take me hence into your care,
And grant to me the time that be my share.
Kalliope · Poems