They tell how Atys, wild with love,

Roams the mount and haunted grove;[1]

Cvbele's name he howls around,

The gloomy blast returns the sound!

Oft too, by Claros' hallowed spring,[2]

The votaries of the laurelled king

Quaff the inspiring, magic stream,

And rave in wild, prophetic dream.

But frenzied dreams are not for me,

Great Bacchus is my deity!

Full of mirth, and full of him,

While floating odors round me swim,

While mantling bowls are full supplied,

And you sit blushing by my side,

I will be mad and raving too—

Mad, my girl, with love for you!

[1] There are many contradictory stories of the loves of Cybele and Atys. It is certain that he was mutilated, but whether by his own fury, or Cybele's jealousy, is a point upon which authors are not agreed.

[2] This fountain was in a grove, consecrated to Apollo, and situated between Colophon and Lebedos, in Ionia. The god had an oracle there.