As folks might be aware, I keep my eyes open for new online books etc., and yesterday I learned of the Thomas Gray Archive ... never heard of this poet, but the list of first lines began with:

Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake,

... so it caught my interest. The poem is actually prefaced with the following:

When the Author first published this and the following
Ode, he was advised, even by his Friends, to subjoin some
few explanatory Notes; but had too much respect for the
understanding of his Readers to take that liberty.

... so now the first few verses:

Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake,
And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
The laughing flowers, that round them blow,
Drink life and fragrance as they flow.
Now the rich stream of music winds along,
Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong,
Through verdant vales and Ceres' golden reign:
Now rowling down the steep amain,
Headlong, impetuous, see it pour:
The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.

... nice beginning to a Pindaric Ode ... then it continues:

Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul,
Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs,
Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares
And frantic Passions hear thy soft control.
On Thracia's hills the Lord of War,
Has curbed the fury of his car,
And dropped his thirsty lance at thy command.
Perching on the sceptred hand
Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feathered king
With ruffled plumes and flagging wing:
Quenched in dark clouds of slumber lie
The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.

From there, it wanders ever-deeper into Say-what?-land (or as would currently be said ... WTF?). Should have gone with the explanatory notes ...