And so he roved about, now leaving Samos,
Now parting from his own enslavèd land,
Parent of vines, to wine-producing Lesbos;
And often he beheld Cape Lectum there,
Across th' Æolian wave. But greatest of all,
The Attic bee[52]
oft left its rugged hill,
Singing in tragic choruses divine,
Bacchus and Love * *
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