Alas! I have lost my God,
My beautiful God Apollo.
Wherever his footsteps trod
My feet were wont to follow.
But Oh! it fell out one day
My soul was so heavy with weeping,
That I laid me down by the way;
And he left me where I was sleeping.
And my soul awoke in the night,
And I bowed my ear for his fluting,
And I heard but the breaths of the flight
Of wings and the night-birds hooting.
And night drank all her cup,
And I went to the shrine in the hollow,
And the voice of my cry went up:
"Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!"
APOLLO! APOLLO! APOLLO!!!
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