That the bones were all twined by the lusty root;
So he planted the whole in the deep-stirred ground,
And lightly danced to his Lydian flute,
While the leafy depths of the eerie vine purpled with clustering fruit.
Then he made him wine—for it was the grape—
And darkened its depths with a perilous spell,
And gave it to man with the angel shape,
When lo! a wonder and terror befell—
Was it a wonder from Heaven—was it a terror from Hell?
For he drinks—and he carols and sings like a bird!