The God of the vine
caresses the Earth.
Through his powers of intoxication,
he inspires men with lofty visions.
His worship marked by ecstatic ritual,
frenzied excesses of the wilderness.
Dramatic festivals of Maenads,
wild women in flowery dress.
Open hearts wane to the nine Muses,
Cone-tipped rods, Magically Divine.
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