Dancing snake
The
Fires
Leap
From behind
Bushes
The satyrs
Peep.
I stopped
In verse
Mid-way
Yet now
Continue
To stay
In this night's feast
The Bacchanalian way.
Hear! Nymphs and satyrs
Fauns and hedgehogs
All here in Hastings Gardens
Hear!
See! The clouds are clear
And the starry night
Shines out
Blaring without fright
Of time's swift
Passing
Towards the reign of
White Dawn
Walking
Along
The shores of
Islands paradise.
Walking
Walking.
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