Oh, thou! in Hellas deemed of heavenly birth,[k]

Muse! formed or fabled at the Minstrel's will!

Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth,[l] [20]

Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred Hill:

Yet there I've wandered by thy vaunted rill;[m]

Yes! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine, [1.B.]

Where, save that feeble fountain, all is still;

Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine

To grace so plain a tale—this lowly lay of mine.