Phoebus, may my words find grace!

Child, who bare thee, nymph or goddess? sure thy sure was more than

Of did Loxias beget thee, for he haunts the upland wold;

Or Cyllene's lord, or Bacchus, dweller on the hilltops cold?

Did some Heliconian Oread give him thee, a new-born joy?

Nymphs with whom he love to toy?

Elders, if I, who never yet before

Have met the man, may make a guess, methinks