Str. a. THIS land of steeds, O traveller, now
Her fairest home hath shown to thee,
Colonus, gleaming white;
Where, hid beneath each verdant bow,
Trill the clear strain on every tree,
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The minstrels of the night.
Haunting where purple ivies spread
Uncounted fruits, and none may tread
The thicket of the maiden's dread,
By storms of wind unvisited,
Or sun's meridian height;
Where Bacchus ever through the groves
Linked with each foster-goddess moves
In revels of delight.
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