Bacchante

Bacchante
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