O lorde Muse canne nought thou sie? Myn forefaderes wrought an ooth upon mie Ayre blod stille flowes thrugh trewe adre To ken the wheles Doom on Nytmares elde Myn furst fader Muse witnesse mie Y welden myn herte for thou trewely Sweren ‘pon the Fyr that peyne taughte Free y wille all men who mare straughte On the other schore sche burthed mie Myn niwel herte boren emty Cyneryte clennesse forthfare the merke Dethes deth levenes nought a maremerk Ah! In ferwey elde under thaet trie Wie striden on gothefeld so holie Blod scheden ayenes everlastynge fend An teeres scheden ayenes marestrook frend Yet blod weped schal setten kinne frie An teeres weped cwellan the mare in mie Wie werrien agayn at thaet wylde mount An at Bykal thaet thester depe gostfount Y waes ther whenne the furst an forsooth Babilon, Bodie, Sinye, Shinjang, to The Ayre fighteth with a clere minde Doune myn faderes an moderes lyne Elde after elde Lyf after lyf Striven an striven Swinken an swinken Fer an neer Heer an ther Mie an you So swartmare y knowe you feer mie too An myn wille an blod stille proves trewe An the whele weves a spryngen glew For myn clann an kinnes Doom is you! So heer mie now dere furst fader This is the ooth of Muses doughter Translation into modern English: [[Tianmu Theosophical Society/Way of Tianmu/Writings/Member Pages/Naomi/Poetry/Muse's Daughter]]