English poem
Ii
A priest of Bacchus passed, nor stopped To chide her; deeming her--whose chiton hid But half her bosom, and whose girdle dropped-- Some grief-drowned Bassarid, The god of wine had chid.
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Ii
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Ii
English poem
A priest of Bacchus passed, nor stopped To chide her; deeming her--whose chiton hid But half her bosom, and whose girdle dropped-- Some grief-drowned Bassarid, The god of wine had chid.