Awake! awake! br Sleep no more, my gentle mate! br With your tiny tawny bill, br Wake the tuneful echo shrill, br On vale or hill; br Or in her airy rocky seat, br Let her listen and repeat br The tender ditty that you tell, br The sad lament, br The dire event, br To luckless Itys that befell. br Thence the strain br Shall rise again, br And soar amain, br Up to the lofty palace gate br Where mighty Apollo sits in state br In Jove's abode, with his ivory lyre, br Hymning aloud to the heavenly choir, br While all the gods shall join with thee br In a celestial symphony.