(For on his bearded chin there lurk’d the froth,)
Said unto him—“O Bassareus! why so sad?
Pray doff thy sorrow, and uplift thine head,—
Behold the grandeur of my Palestine:
On yonder mountain, next in rank to mine,
And in the clouds, a castle I will raise,—
In which (my will is) thou shalt pass thy days,
And there remain, till Jupiter shall call,
Shall call thee hence unto the world of Sol!”
(These words electrified the mournful god,