They sang: and amidst them Oeagrius’ goodly son hath ta’en
The Bistonian lyre, and uplifted his voice in the clear-ringing lay,
Singing how on the rocky flanks of Parnassus once on a day
Delphinê the monster the young God slew with his arrow-flight,
When he yet was a beardless youth, rejoicing in locks of light:—
‘Be gracious!’ he sang, ‘Unshorn, O King, be thy tresses aye,
Ever unravaged, as Heaven’s will is! One only may lay
Love-lingering hands thereupon, even Lêto Kôeus’ child.’ {710}
And the daughters of Pleistus oft, the Korykian Nymphs of the wild,
Caught up the refrain—‘Hail, Healer!’ their gladdening echoes ring.