Classic Poem

Why thought fond Greece to build a solid fame
On flying shades of fables passing vain?
Why did her self-deceiving fancy dream
That none but she the Muses did maintain?
She said those sacred sisters did remain
Confined within a craig that there did lie;
That great Apollo's self did not disdain,
For that rough palace, to renounce the sky;
That there a well, still drawn, but never dry,
Made laymen poets ere they left the place.
But all were tales which fame doth now belie,
And builds up Albion's glore to their disgrace.
Lo! here the Craig whence flows that sacred well,
Where Phaebus reigns — where all the Muses dwell.