The Myth of the Tenth Muse
As Sappho climbed the mountainside,
She knew the Muses waited there,
And she was welcomed by all nine
And given Laurels for her hair.
She wandered gaily through the wood,
Until she found Apollo’s cave,
And then she dived into the spring -
She’d seen the place where poets bathe.
As nymphs were dancing round the fire,
She played a paean on her lyre.
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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