Lord of the muses, laughed.
“You heard me humming.
All to myself I sang it—with sealed lips.”
“What did you sing?” said Hermes.
“Nothing, nothing.
My sisters round the world—a sweet wind brought me,
Sleepily, this air.”
He hummed again,
And this time closed his eyes. “Perhaps I see,”
He said, “some silver moment coming soon—