This was written in early 1818 by John Keats, in the fashion of a pantomime of Don Giovanni he had just seen in Drury Lane.

Apollo to the Graces

Apollo:

Which of the fairest three
To-day will ride with me?
My steeds are all pawing on the thresholds of morn:
Which of the fairest three
To-day will ride with me
Across the gold autumn's whole kingdoms of corn?

The Graces all answer:

I will, I--I--I--
O young Apollo, let me fly along with thee;
I will, I--I--I--
The many, many wonders see,
I--I--I--I--
And thy lyre shall never have a slacken'd string;
I--I--I--I--
Through the golden day will sing.