& with thee fade away into the forest dim..

"Then I saw the crystal poet
   Leaning on the old sea-rail;
        In his breast lay death, the lover,
     In his head, the nightingale."

God of the golden bow..

"And of the golden lyre,
And of the golden hair,
And of the golden fire,
Charioteer
Of the patient year .."

Hymn To Apollo by John Keats