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DITHYRAMBIC
Never, believe me, come the Gods,
Never alone.
Welcome I Bacchus, the God of joy,
And in comes Cupid, the laughing boy,
With Phoebus, of gold locks and silvery tone.
They come; they come;
They are thronging into my earthly hall.
Never alone.
Welcome I Bacchus, the God of joy,
And in comes Cupid, the laughing boy,
With Phoebus, of gold locks and silvery tone.
They come; they come;
They are thronging into my earthly hall.
Say how shall I feast you, I, the earth-born,
Heavenly band?
O give me the boon of immortal life!
With Gods can the death-doomed win in strife?
Waft me away to that far-off land!
Heaven alone can fill my soul—
Let me quaff the nectar, reach hither the bowl.
Heavenly band?
O give me the boon of immortal life!
With Gods can the death-doomed win in strife?
Waft me away to that far-off land!
Heaven alone can fill my soul—
Let me quaff the nectar, reach hither the bowl.
Pass thither the bowl; be it crowned for the Poet
Hebe, alone.
Let his eyes be enclouded with heavenly dew,
That the thrice fearful Stygian meet not his view,
That he think himself one of our own.
It ripples, it sparkles, that fountain of light—
The heart grows calm—the dimmed eye bright.
Hebe, alone.
Let his eyes be enclouded with heavenly dew,
That the thrice fearful Stygian meet not his view,
That he think himself one of our own.
It ripples, it sparkles, that fountain of light—
The heart grows calm—the dimmed eye bright.
1853.
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