Ambrosia makes you a man, Apollo, And to me, bring forth the ancient sunrise; Go! You go, and ever shall I follow, One man in your eternal light disguised. Too short a time I have borrowed for you, And from you, forever a single breath; Your honey-thick glory mine to pursue, Chased and captured, birthright to timely death. Those Biblical tales I shall now forsake, For no God but yourself shall eβer be prayed; AngelsβI shun them; their eyes I unmake, I look unto you, and be not afraid. Do not grieve for me: I will not be gone, My Apollo, I will be in the dawn.