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21. To Apollo

By Anonymous
Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White1914

#TO APOLLO

(1–5) Phoebus, of you even the swan sings with clear voice to the beating of his wings, as he alights upon the bank by the eddying river Peneus; and of you the sweet-tongued minstrel, holding his high-pitched lyre, always sings both first and last. And so hail to you, lord! I seek your favour with my song.