The Flower from the Ashes: and other verse
Book format: An electronic version of a printed book that can be read on a computer or handheld device designed specifically for this purpose.
Publisher: Date:9/21/2009 - BiblioLife
By: Edith M. Thomas
Excerpt from book: EVOE! "Many are tbe wandbearers, few are /be true bacchanals." are the wand-bearers: Their windy shouts I hear, Along the hillside vineyard, And where the wine runs clear: They show the vine-leaf chaplet, The ivy-wreathen spear. But the god, the true lacchus, He does not hold them dear. Many are the wand-bearers, And bravely are they clad : Yes, they have all the tokens His early lovers had. They sing the master passions, Themselves unsad, unglad: And the god, the true lacchus He knows they are not mad ! Many are the wand-bearers: The fawn-skin bright they wear: There are among them maenads That rave with unbound hair. They toss the harmless firebrand It spends itself in air : And the god, the true lacchus, He smiles and does not care. Many are the wand-bearers. And who (ye ask) am I? One who was born in madness, " Evoe !" my first cry Who dares, before your spear-points, To challenge and defy : And the god, the true lacchus, So keep me till I die! Many are the wand-bearers. I bear with me no sign : Yet, I was mad, was drunken, Ere yet I tasted wine: Nor bleeding grape can slacken The thirst wherewith I pine: And the god, the true lacchus Hears now this song of mine. A SONG ABOUT A SONG A SONG about a song That lives within my heart, There only all day long It sings aloof, apart, More solitary-sweet Than rare aeolian string That waits but to repeat What winds from Heaven bring. Oh, never ask the theme ! For if I say, " 'T is Joy," Too much its closes seem What Sorrow would employ. And if I say, '"T is Grief 'T is Grief, and Grief alone," Comes Joy, like very thief, To make the theme his own ! A song about a song. . . . But had I perfect art To vo...