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wide:-- Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy!' "Whence came ye, jolly Satyrs! whence came ye! 230 So many, and so many, and such glee? Why have ye left your forest haunts, why left Your nuts in oak-tree cleft?-- 'For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree; For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms, And cold mushrooms; For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth; Great God of breathless cups and chirping mirth!-- Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our mad minstrelsy!' 240 "Over wide streams and mountains great we went, And, save when Bacchus kept his ivy tent, Onward the tiger and the leopard pants, With Asian elephants: Onward these myriads--with song and dance, With zebras striped, and sleek Arabians' prance, Web-footed alligators, crocodiles, Bearing upon their scaly backs, in files, Plump infant laughers mimicking the coil Of seamen, and stout galley-rowers' toil: 250 With toying oars and silken sails they glide, Nor care for wind and tide. "Mounted on panthers' furs and lions' manes, From rear to van they scour about the plains; A three days' journey in a moment done: And always, at the rising of the sun, About the wilds they hunt with spear and horn, On spleenful unicorn. "I saw Osirian Egypt kneel adown Before the vine-wreath crown! 260 I saw parch'd Abyssinia rouse and sing To the silver cymbals' ring! I saw the whelming vintage hotly pierce Old Tartary the fierce! The kings of Inde their jewel-sceptres vail, And from their treasures scatter pearled hail; Great Brahma from his mystic heaven groans, And all his priesthood moans; Before young Bacchus' eye-wink turning pale.-- Into these regions came I following him, 270 Sick hearted, weary--so I took a whim To stray away into these forests drear Alone, without a peer: And I have told thee all thou mayest hear. "Young stranger! I've been a ranger In search of pleasure throughout every clime: Alas, 'tis not for me! Bewitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. 280 "Come then, Sorrow! Sweetest Sorrow! Like an own babe I nurse thee on
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