A voice of tom-cats wailing,

A never failing

Thud as of rolling logs:

A chattering like frogs,

And all this noise, unceasing, thunderous,

Making a horrible fuss,

Cries out upon my name.

Oh, what am I, the Muse and giver of Fame,

So to be mocked and humbled by this use?

I—I, the Muse!