Was she an Angel in a strange disguise?

Was she a Houri fled from Paradise?

Nay, rather was she of the form and hue

Of the Armenian Muses!

Of the Armenian Muses! “Tell me true,

O Muse,” I cried, “our people’s destiny!

Speak of the Now and of the Yet-to-be!”

Then the sweet heavenly Spirit made reply,

“Wipe, O sad youth, the salt tears from thine eye!