Vintage Song - Poem by Agathias

Tread we thine infinite treasure, Iacchus, the vintage sweet!
Weave we the Bacchic measure with paces of wildering feet.
Down flows the vast clear stream, and the ivy-wood bowls, as they float
O'er the surging nectar, seem each like a fairy boat,
Close we stand as we drink and pledge in the glowing wine-
No warm Naiad, I think, need kiss in your cup or mine!

See, o'er the wine-press bending, the maiden Roseflower beams-
Splendour of loveliness sending that dazzles the flood with its gleams.
Captive the hearts of us all! straightway no man that is here
But is bound to Bacchus in thrall-to Paphia in bondage dear.
Cruel-for while at our feet he revels in bountiful rain,
Longing most fleet-most sweet-is all she gives for our pain.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 19, 2012

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