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Apollo to the Graces

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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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