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Birds from Parnassus, / swift / you dart / from the loftiest peaks; / you hover, dip, / you sway and perch / undaunted on the gold-set cornice; / you eagle, / god's majestic legate, / who tear, who strike / song-birds in mid-flight, / my arrow whistles toward you, / swift / be off;
ah drift, / ah drift / so soft, so light, / your scarlet foot so deftly placed / to waft you neatly / to the pavement, / swan, swan / and do you really think / your song / that tunes the harp of Helios, / will save you / from the arrow-flight? / turn back, / back / to the lake of Delos;