A bright new page before me lies,
What shall my message be?
Shall I lend an ear to human woes
Or list to bird and nature?
Should I sing of sweet romance
Or adventures wild?
Or should I maybe strike a chord
Portraying such a person?
The book is open, my pen in hand
The page is new and empty,
If but the muse will take control
Of what ballad I should write.