Fragments - Lines 0005 - 0010

Lord Phoibos, when the goddess, lady Leto, bore you,
 Clasping a palm tree in her slender hands,
You the most beautiful of immortals, beside the wheel-round lake,
 Then all of boundless Delos was filled
With an ambrosial scent; the huge earth laughed,
 And the deep waters of the hoary sea rejoiced.