Hymn to Apollo + 

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! + 

The Thunderer grasp’d and grasp’d, + 

The Thunderer frown’d and frown’d; + 

The eagle’s feathery mane + 

For wrath became stiffen’d⁠—the sound + 

Of breeding thunder + 

Went drowsily under, + 

Muttering to be unbound. + 

O why didst thou pity, and for a worm + 

Why touch thy soft lute + 

Till the thunder was mute, + 

Why was not I crush’d⁠—such a pitiful germ? + 

O Delphic Apollo! + 

The Pleiades were up, + 

Watching the silent air; + 

The seeds and roots in the Earth + 

Were swelling for summer fare; + 

The Ocean, its neighbour, + 

Was at its old labour, + 

When, who⁠—who did dare + 

To tie, like a madman, thy plant round his brow, + 

And grin and look proudly, + 

And blaspheme so loudly, + 

And live for that honour, to stoop to thee now? + 

O Delphic Apollo? + 