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Rh To share the joy of the Mænad's leaping In frenzy'd train thro' the dusk glen sweeping The dew-drench'd dance, and the star-watch'd sleeping, Or temple-keeping, in Vestal white?

Ye who regret suns that have set Lo, each God of the ages golden Here is enshrin'd, ageless and kind, Unbeholden the dark years through. Their faithful oracles yet bestowing By laurel's whisper and clear stream's flowing Or the leafy stir of the Gods own going In oak-trees blowing may answer you!

In my fair land perfected stand What artist's dreaming and poet's leisure Only in thought fashion'd and wrought For very pleasure, for Beauty's sake.