Theatre Of Tragedy - Bacchante

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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