The vine-leaves adding whiteness to a brow
Already snow; his large eyes small with mirth; his dimpled cheeks aglow.
Silenus, with two Nymphs on either hand
Supporting him, uncertainly pursued —
To amorous passion for the purple grape yielding, though not subdued.
And after came a laughing, dancing rout,
Making the air insane with bacchanal cries;
Some bearing grapes which others stole and ate, with ruddy, twinkling eyes.
The eye of Bacchus drew me toward his car,
And stooping, he embraced, then lifted me