Was there ever a cause of more mourning <br />Than that which burns by day and hides by night? <br />Of the power of Apollo's golden sphere <br />Won't you heed your father's warning? <br />As you took to the sky in liberating flight, <br />To that chariot's path you flew too near.<br /><br />Dillon McKenna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phaethon/
