Bacchante
by Theatre Of Tragedy
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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
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