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Rh Dispel the clouds with thy starry glance, The gloomy threats of Erebus, And ravenous fate. Thee it becomes to crown thy locks with flowers of the springtime, Thee to bind thy head with the Tyrian fillet; Or with the clinging ivy, gleaming with berries, Softly to wreathe thy brow; Now thy hair to unbind and spread in confusion, Now in close-drawn knot to collect and confine it; Just as when thou, fearing the wrath of Juno, Didst conceal thyself in the guise of maidens. Virgin, too, thou seemedst with golden ringlets, Binding up thy robe with a saffron girdle. So the softer graces of living please thee, Robes ungirt and flowing in long profusion. When in thy golden car thou wast drawn by lions, Clad in flowing garments, the East beheld thee, All the vast expanse of the Indian country, They who drink the Ganges and cleave the surface Of snowy Araxes. Seated on humble beast the old Silenus attends thee, Binding his throbbing brows with a waving garland of ivy; While the wanton priests lead on the mysterious revels. And then a troop of Bassarids With dancing step conducted thee, Now ranging o'er Pangaeus' foot, And now on Thracian Pindus' top. Soon, 'mid the noble dames of Thebes, A furious Maenad, the comrade of Bacchus, In garment of fawn-skin, conducted the god. The Theban dames, by Bacchus excited, With streaming locks and thyrsus uplifted In high-waving hands, now join in the revels, And wild in their madness they rend Pentheus Limb from limb. Their fury spent, with weary frame, They look upon their impious deed, And know it not.