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God of the golden bow, / And of the golden lyre, / And of the golden hair, / And of the golden fire, / Charioteer / Of the patient year, / Where -- where slept thine ire, / When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath, / Thy laurel, thy glory, / The light of thy story, / Or was I a worm -- too low crawling, for death?
O Delphic Apollo!