For the blue flash and the moments
the young for the old
That is tragedy
And for one beautiful day there was peace.
In the hollow of pine trunks
or when the snow was like sea foam
Twilit sky leaded with elm boughs.
Under the Rupe Tarpeia
weep out your jealousies –
To make a church
or an altar to Zagreus [Zaygeus]...
THOU still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape 5
Of deities or mortals, or of both
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? 10...