Here you will find the Poem Apollo And The Graces of poet John Keats
APOLLO WHICH of the fairest three To-day will ride with me? My steeds are all pawing at the threshold of the morn: Which of the fairest three To-day will ride with me Across the gold Autumn's whole Kingdom of corn? THE GRACES all answer I will, I - I - I young Apollo let me fly Along with thee, I will- I, I, I, The many wonders see I - I - I - I And thy lyre shall never have a slackened string: I, I, I, I, Thro' the golden day will sing.
