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hawkwing_lbTo Apollo
Phoibos, even a swan sings your praise, accompanying its wings in a belling voice
While it mounts to the bank beside the eddying river, the Peneios.
A singer who has a clear-toned lyre,
sweetly-speaking, first and last he always sings of you.
So hail to you, lord: I ask for your grace with song.
Phoibos, even a swan sings your praise, accompanying its wings in a belling voice
While it mounts to the bank beside the eddying river, the Peneios.
A singer who has a clear-toned lyre,
sweetly-speaking, first and last he always sings of you.
So hail to you, lord: I ask for your grace with song.
