Author Arthur W. Upson Melody was less divineWhen the Muses numbered nineThan now, when, informed by you,Song and Wisdom need but two.Many swear—and well, by heaven!—That they never miss the Seven,Each of you within her breastHaving all the Nine possessed! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments