Pilgrim's Yule Song
Roars with Ionian surges.
Echo of cymbal and drum as well
Into the tumult merges.
Centaurs with ponderous
Hoof-beats ringing
Carry off maidens and snort in pride.
Terrible, thunderous
Laughter and singing
Mark the time of their galloping stride.
Echo of cymbal and drum as well
Into the tumult merges.
Centaurs with ponderous
Hoof-beats ringing
Carry off maidens and snort in pride.
Terrible, thunderous
Laughter and singing
Mark the time of their galloping stride.
Faithless, I fled the land of shades,
Longingly turned again to
Crowded and glittering promenades—
Nay, but that was in vain, too.
Life-wards wooing me,
Towns and lands would
Raise around me their loud delight;
But, pursuing me,
Spectral hands would
Steal across and obscure my sight.
Longingly turned again to
Crowded and glittering promenades—
Nay, but that was in vain, too.
Life-wards wooing me,
Towns and lands would
Raise around me their loud delight;
But, pursuing me,
Spectral hands would
Steal across and obscure my sight.
Freely the young around me greet
Ages that newly awaken.
I, like a wraith amid all I meet,
Move on the road I have taken.
Moderns, gallantly
Bending bows of
Sinew and steel, shoots words apace;
I go silently,
Ages that newly awaken.
I, like a wraith amid all I meet,
Move on the road I have taken.
Moderns, gallantly
Bending bows of
Sinew and steel, shoots words apace;
I go silently,
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