Flushed with the joyous ruby wine,
Apollo played his golden lute.
But now, while it is resting mute,
Him Aphrodite beckons with a sign,
And shows Pephredo, - that fair fruit
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Watched by no Argus, hundred-eyed.
What was the song Apollo sung
After he left the rapturous feast,
When ruddy 'gan to grow the east,
The morn to pale, the gates to be open flung
For the flocking stars, - when he had ceased
His swift flight to Pephredo's feet?
'T would take a poet's divinest art
To reproduce Apollo's song!
To try does not to me belong.
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