And Pan by noon and Bacchus by night, Fleeter of foot than the fleet-foot kid, Follows with dancing and fills with delight

The Mænad and the Bassarid; And soft as lips that laugh and hide

The laughing leaves of the trees divide, And screen from seeing and leave in sight

The god pursuing, the maiden hid.

The ivy falls with the Bacchanal's hair Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes; 50 The wild vine slipping down leaves bare

Her bright breast shortening into sighs; The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves,

But the berried ivy catches and cleaves To the limbs that glitter, the feet that

scare

The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies.