Towards the corpse he went, and breathed one breath,—
When Bacchus ’rose, and doff’d his robe of death!
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This was the moment when upwent that cry
Which, as ’twas said, had rent the gloomy sky:
This was the moment that the fiery waves
Wrote on the cloud above them—“Bassareus lives!”
And this the hour that Earth, and Air, and Sea,
Was one vast waste of transient misery!
When all the gods and goddesses were thrown