The sable sky devours the dying sun
Apollo sleeps, thus silent be his lyre,
So I shall sleep, for now the day is done
And shadows fall beneath the fading fire
As Luna softly smiles upon the night
Apollo sleeps, with laurel wreath adorned,
And darkness takes his place to steal my sight
The closing of the day forever mourned
For blinded thus, my soul no longer sings
(Apollo sleeps, the poet’s heart then stilled) ,
All thought has flown upon celestial wings
My heart no more to dance, no more fulfilled
Apollo sleeps, I pray that he shall wake –
My spirit, life, and soul, no more forsake
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