Not difficult, for, ė'en without a mask, 'Twas clear that nobody in London knew him. Immediately, apón his errand bent, In active search for all the nine he went; And first he looked for Clio, history's muse, Whose province 'twas great actions to record; In England for her pen she found no use. Euterpe, muse of music, then he sought, Being an English opera, he should find her; Burnt out, was Phoebus led to understand, Leaving no vestige of herself behind her. K APOLLO'S VISIT. 129 So, putting on a gentleman's disguise, He straightway took his congé of the skies. And now in the metropolis we view him 'Twas clear that nobody in London knew him. Immediately, upon his errand bent, In active search for all the nine he went ; And first he looked for Clio, history's muse, Whose province 'twas great actions to record; In England for her pen she found no use. Euterpe, muse of music, then he sought, Being an English opera, he should find her; But she had left her quarters in the Strand, . Burnt out, was Phæbus led to understand, Leaving no vestige of herself behind her. K |