The Corybantes in their caves profound,
The triple crest high waving on their head,
This timbrel framed, whilst clear and high
Swelled the Bacchic symphony.
The Phrygian pipe attemp’ring sweet,
Their voices to respondence meet,
And placed in Rhea’s hands.
The frantic satyrs to the rites advance,
The Bacchæ join the festive bands,
And raptur’d lead the Trieteric dance.”