MIRROR OF THE MUSE

One day earlier, when the effort was adorned with impatience, The Muse played along the river, Until a secluded and quiet. Fast and flowing sound The changing surface distorted To her lovely figure fleeing, Then the Goddess left the anger. However, the stream called laughing:: Do not see the truth so clear in my mirror? But she ran away, near the ocean; In his figure the joy was praising, Garland adorning his due.