Zopyrus forced his way onward till he could see the throne. He stood a moment as if petrified, then with a few swift strides he was alone before the royal seat, gazing with death-white countenance at Dionysus and Ariadne.
CHAPTER XXV.
A Revelation.
“Bacchus, Bacchus! on the panther
He swoons,—bound with his own vines!
And his Mænads slowly saunter,
Head aside, among the pines,
While they murmur dreamingly,—
‘Evohe—ah—evohe—!
Ah, Pan is dead.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.