Apollo to the Graces

Which of the fairest three

Today will ride with me?

My steeds are all pawing on the thresholds of Morn:

Which of the fairest three

Today will ride with me?

Across the gold Autumn's whole kingdoms of corn?

I will, I - I - I -

O young Apollo let me fly along with thee,

I will, I - I - I -

The many, many wonders see -

I - I - I - I -

And thy lyre shall never have a slackened string.

I - I - I - I -

Thro' the whole day will sing.