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/ "O Dionysos! Dionysos! the ivy-crowned! / O let me sing thy triumph ere I die!"
/ Within my sleep a Maenad came to me: / A harp of crimson agate strung with gold / Wailed 'neath her waxen fingers, and her heart / 'Neath the white gauze, thro' which a moonlight shone, / Kept time with its wild throbbings to her song.