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From The Dionysian Days

Golden apples from the grove fall down the tree

And make all the Bacchants gather in Arcady

To dance on the Festival of the Tragedy

And eat the fruits of ecstasyIn the mid wood twilight

On his pipe plays the faun

In the green temple

From the Dionysian days watch the dawnGoot foot God rise Your Rod, be free

Know the world hath need of Thee and Arcady

Goat foot God, play Your pipe, tonight

Wild and free Your melody out of ArcadyGolden apples from the grove fall down the tree

And make all the Bacchants gather in Arcady

To dance on the Festival of the Tragedy

And eat the fruits of ecstasyIn the mid wood twilight

On his pipe plays the faun

In the green temple

From the Dionysian days watch the dawnGoot foot God rise Your Rod, be free

Know the world hath need of Thee and Arcady

Goat foot God, play Your pipe, tonight

Wild and free Your melody out of Arcady

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