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BACCHANAL.
(A PICTURE BY ARNOLD BÖCKLIN).
WHO loveth girls and golden song,Here let him come and have his will!
The sun above the heavenward hill
Yet hangs, and all the meads along,
The Winegod leads his winsome throng.
The merry month is with us still;
The world without a doubt of ill
Is glad or thought of Winter's wrong.
Alack! What hath our grayness here
With this glad Paynimrie to pass,
Our Winter with its golden year,
Who of Silenus but his ass,
Who know of Momus but his rod,
His tigers of the tipsy God?
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