Of recollections richer than our skies
To feed the flow of tuneful strings,
Show but a pool of scum for shooting flies.
PHAÉTHÔN
ATTEMPTED IN THE GALLIAMBIC MEASURE
At the coming up of Phoebus the all-luminous charioteer,
Double-visaged stand the mountains in imperial multitudes,
And with shadows dappled men sing to him, Hail, O Beneficent!