Huddled, bestial, bleared and drunken—

Like a body that is frozen

(That such things should be!)

Shape of shapeless mockery

He had tasted all one can;

He had heard the pipes of Pan;

He had followed in thy van

Dionysus, Dionysus, son of Semele—

Satyr?—not a satyr he—a man!

THE TRAIL BY NIGHT