 | The poems of John Keats (1915) |  |
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APOLLO TO THE GRACES
ApolloWhich of the fairest three
To-day will ride with me?
My steeds are all pawing at the threshold of morn:
Which of the fairest three
To-day will ride with me
Across the gold Autumn's whole Kingdom of corn?
The Graces
all answer
I will, I—I—I—
O young Apollo let me fly along with thee
I will—I, I, I,
The many many wonders see
I—I—I—I—
And thy lyre shall never have a slackened string
I, I, I, I,
Thro' the golden day will sing.
| The poems of John Keats (1915) | |