Handed over of his father, Zeus
For a babe in arms, which gift
For Apollo, in a lyre, sweet of eye
Did he this naivete lift:
'Do I, papa, shake the music out
As sombre, winds, a sheoke?
Or less hauntingly, up-bubble it;
Crystalline spring to evoke? '
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