XXII.
"Hear me, Phoebus!"—And therewith descended
Through the window-arch a glory-gleam,
All effulgent—and with music blended,
For such solemn sounds arose as stream
From the Memnon-lyre,
When the morning fire
Gilds the giant's forehead with its beam.
XXIII.
"Thou hast heard thy servant's prayer, Apollo;