DELOS' stately ruler, and Maia's son, the adroit one, <br /> <br />Warmly were striving, for both sought the great prize to obtain. <br />Hermes the lyre demanded, the lyre was claim'd by Apollo, <br /> <br />Yet were the hearts of the foes fruitlessly nourish'd by hope. <br />For on a sudden Ares burst in, with fury decisive, <br /> <br />Dashing in twain the gold toy, brandishing wildly his sword. <br />Hermes, malicious one, laughed beyond measure; yet deep-seated sorrow <br /> <br />Seized upon Phoebus's heart, seized on the heart of each Muse.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phoebus-and-hermes/
