223. A Canticle to Apollo
Play, Phoebus, on thy lute,And we will sit all mute;By listening to thy lyre,That sets all ears on fire.
Hark, hark! the God does play!And as he leads the wayThrough heaven, the very spheres,As men, turn all to ears!
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