The Muse posesses one in every age
who speaks in tones so tuneful to the ear
that someone such as I must stain his page
with all-unworthy words for you to hear.
Not Terpsichore herself did ever speak
to love-enraptured bards in ancient times
with more rhapsodic sound nor more mystique
than those of yours that languish in these rhymes.
You think this music beautful, but I
have barely botched the tune more sweetly sung
by your sweet voice that can electrify
my eager ears with one tang of your tongue.