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To share the joy of the Mænad's leaping
In frenzy'd train thro' the dusk glen sweeping
The dew-drench'd dance, and the star-watch'd sleeping,
Or temple-keeping, in Vestal white?

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Ye who regret suns that have set
Lo, each God of the ages golden
Here is enshrin'd, ageless and kind,
Unbeholden the dark years through.
Their faithful oracles yet bestowing
By laurel's whisper and clear stream's flowing
Or the leafy stir of the Gods own going
In oak-trees blowing may answer you!

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In my fair land perfected stand
What artist's dreaming and poet's leisure
Only in thought fashion'd and wrought
For very pleasure, for Beauty's sake.