Call To The Muse

Fairest one of all the Nine,
Will you attend me now?
Who is fairest because mine,
Will you show me how

To resist the mediocrity
I can at times feel threaten,
And pull and tug at me?
The sweet woods of Britain

And Brittany to me show
That I may learn Merlin's spell,
And sing the hight notes and the low
That echo where standing stones dwell.

Fairest one of all that are,
Can you heed my call?
Muse who is a shining star,
Like a star may fall,

And alight upon my brow,
A rare and gleaming crown
That will give light to here and now
And all my doubts will drown

In wave after wave of silver light,
Shining like the sword
Of Excaliburn that lit midnight
In the hands of Arthur Lord.

Fairest one of all that dwell
In the starry sky above,
Will you come and lead me well
To where my light with love

Will burn and sparkle in forests deep,
And light the raving seas
That upon the shores of England leap
Higher than Cornwall's trees?

Fairest one of all that are,
To Britain you have led me.
Come upon my brow like a shining star,
My light which has fed me!