Apollo To The Graces
APOLLO Which of the fairest three Today will ride with me? My steeds are all pawing on the thresholds of Morn: Which of the fairest three Today will ride with me? Across the gold Autumn’s whole kingdoms of corn? THE GRACES all answer I will, I – I – I – O young Apollo let me fly along with thee, I will, I – I – I – The many, many wonders see – I – I – I – I – And thy lyre shall never have a slackened string. I – I – I – I – Thro’ the whole day will sing.
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