‘Twas done: he saw the face of Life, and then
Cried brokenly, “Now make me blind again!”
The Story of Bacchus
A Grecian legend
What boy with his face to the Ægean Sea
Went threading his way over mountain and plain,
With a spirit as glad as a blossoming tree?
It was Bacchus, now pure as the wild white rain,
But soon to be worshiped by mortals, with passion and sorrow and pain.
He had found a vine on the forest ways,