Their brows with ivied chaplets bound,
Their swords to thyrsi changed;
The ravenous gryphons, brooding o’er
The desert’s gleaming gold,
The auroral Chersonese, that shines
With treasures manifold;
The groves of odorous scent, that line
The green Sabæan shore,
Whence wrapped in cerements dipt in balm,
His sire the Phœnix bore;