Bacchante

Ado with a mean woe, An ado as aglow; Belying the paynim Thou rewrot'st the tome - An ivy-crown'd and dancing, And fawn'd and trancing - Espying the surly wud, And heeding her not. Celebration Afear'd of Bacchante, And dost thou 'hold the yill? - Behind is the sleepless; Eyne 'holding na mo. Celebration "Onto the paper scribe I the words that fro my heart move - With every dight letter, with the ebb of ink, The point of the quill my penmanship doth mirror; Tales of theft and adultery, Tales of devilment and witchery - Tales of me" Celebration Bacchari