Bacchante lyrics

Ado with a mean woe,
An ado as aglow:
Belying the paynim
Thou rewrot`st the tome -
An ivy-crown`d and dancing,
And fawn`d and trancing -
Espying the surly wud,
And heeding her not.

Celebration

Afear`d of Bacchante,
And dost thou `hold the yill? -
Behind is the sleepless;
Eyne `holding na mo.

Celebration

ŤOnto the paper scribe I the words that fro my heart move -
With every dight letter, with the ebb of ink,
The point of the quill my penmanship doth mirror;
Tales of theft and adultery,
Tales of devilment and witchery -

Tales of me.

Celebration Bacchari