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Ode to Apollo poem by William Cowper 
On an Ink-Glass Almost Dried in the Sun

Patron of all those luckless brains 
That, to the wrong side leaning, 
Indite much meter with much pains, 
And little or no meaning; 

Ah, why, since oceans, rivers, streams, 
That water all the nations, 
Pay tribute to thy glorious beams, 
In constant exhalations, 

Why, stooping from the noon of day, 
Too covetous of drink, 
Apollo, hast thou stolen away 
A poet's drop of ink? 

Upboure in the the viewless air, 
It floats a vapour now, 
Impell'd through regions dense and rare, 
By all the winds that blow;

Ordain'd perhaps ere summer flies, 
Combined with millions more, 
To form an Iris in the skies, 
Though black and foul before. 

Illustrious drop! and happy then 
Beyond the happiest lot, 
Of all that ever pass'd my pen, 
So soon to be forgot! 

Phoebus, if such be thy design, 
To place it in thy bow, 
Give wit, that what is left may shine 
With equal grace below. 


Ode to Apollo
poem - William Cowper 
On an Ink-Glass Almost Dried in the Sun


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