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Rh Be golden chalices by thee

Brimmed up with heaven's nectar-wine

With banquet-joys blent daintily.

So for thank-offering shall be led

A white kid to thy fane, to stand

Before thine altar, and mine hand

Libation-drops thereon shall shed.

To you, companions mine, will I

Sing my most sweet heart-gladdening song,

To you, whose love, whose praise on high

Throned me above earth's poet-throng;—

While some, whose lives by me were crowned

With blessing, I most thankless found;—

But you, O you mine whole life long

Shall prove my constancy.

The golden-sandalled Dawn, meseemed,

Let down from heaven a splendour-stair;