Fatal, O Apollo, was thy love!
Pythian! Archer! brightest God and bravest,
Hear, O hear me from thy throne above!
Let me not, I pray,
Thus be cast away:
Plead for me—thy slave—O plead to Jove!"
XIX.
"I have heard thee with the Muses singing—
Heard that full, melodious voice of thine,
Silver-clear throughout the ether ringing—