Play, Phoebus, on thy lute, <br />And we will sit all mute; <br />By listening to thy lyre, <br />That sets all ears on fire. <br /> <br />Hark, hark! the God does play! <br />And as he leads the way <br />Through heaven, the very spheres, <br />As men, turn all to ears!<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-canticle-to-apollo/
