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Follow Iacchus from the Indian vales!
Set him with song upon the milk-white ass!
Follow Iacchus while the sunset pales!
Revel it on the flower-enamelled grass
While the moon lasts; then plunge in trackless woods!
Slay beasts unheard-of and blaspheming kings!
Mingle in madness with strange sisterhoods!
Dare black Aornos with Daedalian wings!
All words! words! there's a hunger to express
The infinite pangs, the infinite mighty blisses
Stored in the house of rapture and distress
Whose key is one of our blood-tainted kisses
Whose fume arises from the accursed sod
Where we lie burning and blaspheming God.

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