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Apollo to the Graces

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Apollo to the Graces
by John Keats
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APOLLO

    Which of the fairest three
    Today will ride with me?
My steeds are all pawing on the thresholds of Morn:
    Which of the fairest three
    Today will ride with me?
Across the gold Autumn's whole kingdoms of corn?


THE GRACES all answer <poem>

   I will, I - I - I -
   O young Apollo let me fly along with thee,
   I will, I - I - I -
     The many, many wonders see -
   I - I - I - I -

And thy lyre shall never have a slackened string.

     I - I - I - I -

Thro' the whole day will sing.