To Pallas' altars gone with thee;

How oft in Theban baskets borne595

The sacred Bacchic mysteries,

When now the wintry stars have fled,

When each third summer calls the sun;

And when, the sacred rites complete

To Ceres, queen of golden grain,

Eleusin hides her worshipers

Within her mystic cave.

Now too, whatever fate thou fear'st,600