Have you supped at the Inn of Apollo, <br />While the last light fades from the West? <br />Has the Lord of the Sun, at the world's end, <br />Poured you his ripest and best? <br />O, there's wine in that Inn of Apollo; <br /> <br />Wine, mellow and deep as the sunset, <br />With mirth in it, singing as loud <br />As the skylark sings in a high wind, <br />High over a crisp white cloud. <br />Have you laughed in that Inn of Apollo? <br /> <br />Was the whole world molten in music <br />At once, by the heat of that wine? <br />Did the stars and the tides and your own heart <br />Dance with the heavenly Nine? <br />For they dance in that Inn of Apollo. <br /> <br />Was their poetry croaked by the sages, <br />Or born in a whisper of wings? <br />For the music that masters the ages, <br />Be sure, is the music that sings! <br />Yes, they sing in that Inn of Apollo.<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inn-of-apollo/
