Bacchante

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

"Onto 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