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Rhymes A La Mode - Nysa Post by :kdjones Category :Poems Author :Andrew Lang Date :February 2012 Read :3373

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Rhymes A La Mode - Nysa


(Soph., Fr., 235; AEsch., Fr., 56.)


On these Nysaean shores divine
The clusters ripen in a day.
At dawn the blossom shreds away;
The berried grapes are green and fine
And full by noon; in day's decline
They're purple with a bloom of grey,
And e'er the twilight plucked are they,
And crushed, by nightfall, into wine.

But through the night with torch in hand
Down the dusk hills the Maenads fare;
The bull-voiced mummers roar and blare,
The muffled timbrels swell and sound,
And drown the clamour of the band
Like thunder moaning underground.

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