LORD of Europa's Tyrian line, Zeus-born, who holdest at thy feet The hundred citadels of Crete, I seek to thee from that dim shrine, Roofed by the quick and carven beam, By Chalyb steel and wild bull's blood In flawless joints of cypress wood Made steadfast. There in one pure stream My days have run, the servant I, Initiate, of Idaean Jove; Where midnight Zagreus roves, I rove; I have endured his thunder-cry; Fulfilled his red and bleeding feasts; Held the Great Mother's mountain flame; I am set free and named by name A Bacchos of the Mailed Priests. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOMENT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE IN HARDWOOD GROVES by ROBERT FROST THE MARCH INTO VIRGINIA by HERMAN MELVILLE POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS GHOST STARS by MADELEINE AARON COLONIAL SET by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY UMBRAE PUELLULARUM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |