Praise
Eros wittily!
Praise Eros well!
Tripping it prettily
Down
through the dell!
Joyous and eager
Our tresses adorning,
Away to
beleaguer
The city of morning!
Away
to the leap to
The soft-smiling pool
Whose kisses shall creep to
Us virginal cool!
Race and
bescatter
The dew in the grass;
The nymph and her satyr!
The lad and his lass!
O
blest is the laughter
Of Arcady's groves
That chases us after
To delicate loves,
The frolics, the fancies,
The fires, the desires,
The dives and the dances,
The lutes and the lyres!
Follow, o follow,
Sweet
seed of the sun!
Through the wood, through the hollow,
The
race is begun
That shall fill the day up
With the roses of pleasure,
The rod -and the cup -
And the crown of our treasure!
Sweet are our voices;
Our bodies are bare;
Their spirit rejoices
Afloat in the air,
Coiling and curling
In maze of the aeons
Its vision unfurling
A pageant of paeans!
Blessed
be Love in his
Palace of praise
Whom we follow above in his
Wonderful ways!
Whom we follow above
To the stars and the snows,
Immaculate Love! -
We adore thee, Eros!
Praise
Eros wittily!
Praise Eros well!
Tripping it prettily
Down through the dell!
Joyous and eager
Our tresses adorning,
Away to beleaguer
The city of morning!