Poems
But love has overwrought the ancient gods
And seared their cruelty with a present flame.
And seared their cruelty with a present flame.
The Maiden
Take me away, I dare not linger here—
(Echoes and sounds of voices rise from the woods.)
Ah! what is that—ah! what 1s that?! The sound—
The old familiar sound of woodland mirth!
(Echoes and sounds of voices rise from the woods.)
Ah! what is that—ah! what 1s that?! The sound—
The old familiar sound of woodland mirth!
The Lover
It is the tumult of the evening wind.
The Maiden
Their feet are dancing, are dancing, and the sward
Pulses beneath innumerable feet—
See, see the wild gleam of the Mænad's hair!
Pulses beneath innumerable feet—
See, see the wild gleam of the Mænad's hair!
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