So now I am going to chant for thee, Apollo,
Deity of Greece with long golden curly hair.
So even if I contemplate my feelings solo
I lack potenciality to show you my despair!
Just vigilent my eyne as tiny stars aglow
When I'm lying at night within my gloomy lair
And render anything by verse could be too slow
I do beseech ye to get rid me of my nightmare
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To flutter on the elf wings in the heaven flow
With heathen laurel wreath being crowned to wear
to be continued