A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

223. A CANTICLE TO APOLLO

     Play, Phoebus, on thy lute,
     And we will sit all mute;
     By listening to thy lyre,
     That sets all ears on fire.

     Hark, hark!  the God does play!
     And as he leads the way
     Through heaven, the very spheres,
     As men, turn all to ears!