De mooiste vallei van heel Griekenland, je proeft er nog steeds de geest van Hesiodos. De net geploegde aarde licht er vruchtbaar bij, door de ijverige hand van de landman, die in tegenstelling tot Perses vlijtig zijn werk verricht. De machtige Helikoon is een indrukwekkend decor. De omgeving inspireert tot dichten, zoals Hesiodos het ook leerde van de Muzen:

Descend, ye muses, from celestial heights, Cloaked in inspiration, weaving through the nights. In the quiet moments, when the world sleeps, The descending muses, their sacred secrets keep.

First, the muse of whispers, with silken threads, Her touch, a gentle breeze, where inspiration treads. Soft murmurs of creativity, like a river's flow, In the stillness of night, their essence begins to grow.

Next comes the muse of dreams, with eyes aglow, Painting visions in the dark, where fantasies grow. A tapestry of images, woven in the mind's embrace, Guiding the dreamer to realms of boundless grace.

Then, the muse of echoes, with a haunting song, Her voice resonates, in the quiet hours, strong. The melodies of musings, lingering in the air, A symphony of thoughts, for the dreamer to bear.

Lastly, the muse of shadows, veiled in mystery, Dancing through moonlit landscapes, a sight to see. In the depth of night, where darkness gently sways, She sparks the flame of creation in myriad ways.

Descend, ye muses, in the realm of dreams, Where inspiration flows in soft, celestial streams. In the quietude of night, their presence unfolds, Guiding the soul through stories yet untold