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    Apollo Musagetes
    by Matthew Arnold


    Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
    Thick breaks the red flame;
    All Etna heaves fiercely
    Her forest-clothed frame.

    Not here, O Apollo!
    Are haunts meet for thee.
    But, where Helicon breaks down
    In cliff to the sea,

    Where the moon-silver'd inlets
    Send far their light voice
    Up the still vale of Thisbe,
    O speed, and rejoice!

    On the sward at the cliff-top
    Lie strewn the white flocks,
    On the cliff-side the pigeons
    Roost deep in the rocks.

    In the moonlight the shepherds,
    Soft lull'd by the rills,
    Lie wrapped in their blankets
    Asleep on the hills.

    --What forms are these coming
    So white through the gloom?
    What garments out-glistening
    The gold-flower'd broom?

    What sweet-breathing presence
    Out-perfumes the thyme?
    What voices enrapture
    The night's balmy prime?

    'Tis Apollo comes leading
    His choir, the Nine.
    --The leader is fairest,
    But all are divine.

    They are lost in the hollows!
    They stream up again!
    What seeks on this mountain
    The glorified train?--

    They bathe on this mountain,
    In the spring by their road;
    Then on to Olympus,
    Their endless abode.

    --Whose proase do they mention?
    Of what is it told?--
    What will be for ever;
    What was from of old.

    First hymn they the Father
    Of all things; and then,
    The rest of immortals,
    The action of men.

    The day in his hotness,
    The strife with the palm;
    The night in her silence,
    The stars in their calm.
    اللھم صلی علٰی محمد وعلٰی آل محمد کما صلیت علٰی ابراھیم وعلٰی آل ابراھیم انک حمید مجید۔
    اللھم بارک علٰی محمد وعلٰی آل محمد کما بارکت علٰی ابراھیم وعلٰی آل ابراھیم انک حمید مجید۔

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