John Kenyon - From Anacreon lyrics

ODE I. Sing the old Atridæ! Sing, my Lyre, of Cadmus. But the Lyre, refusing, Only sang of Love. Strings and Lyre I changed—to Chaunt of great Alcides. Still the Lyre responded Nought but notes of Love. Farewell! then—to heroes;— For what time remains me— Since my Lyre will echo Thoughts alone of Love.