I call to thee, O’ sweet Mnemosyne
Gaia’s fountainhead; spring of memory,
Pull forth from thine father of the heavens
Thy legacy of Devine expressions.
Call into being, O’ mine Oracle,
All thoughts visceral and primordial
Lest they escape into oblivion
To sup waters of Lethe’s dominion.
Bring out the host, O’ Devine Memory,
As I genuflect humbly before thee
And quaff the elixir of passing time
To hold its hand in remembrance of mine.
by Karen Sullivan
Form: A Horatian Ode