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HOU, thou hast seen the child I seek!

The vale is thine and the cloudy peak,

Divine Apollo

Whose eye doth follow

Each secret course! Ah, speak!

I have sued to the other gods in vain:

Thou wilt not disregard my pain;

But by thy power

Win back my flower

To gladden earth again!

Fair as the poppy mid the wheat,—

Her breath as the breath of the wild grape, sweet

In the twilight tender,—

She loved thy splendor

Of perfect day to greet.

And it is thou—of gods most dear!—

Thou, sun-god! who hast led me here: