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...THE DADDY STRAIN by KAREN SWENSON THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 2. HEAT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 40. AL-MUKIT by EDWIN ARNOLD SONG; IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE'S 'BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND' by JAMES BEATTIE THE WANDERING JEW by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |