ULYSSES.
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ver new magic!Hast thou then lured hither,Wonderful goddess, by thy art,The young, languid-eyed Ampelus,Iacchus’ darling,Or some youth beloved of Pan,Of Pan and the nymphs;That he sits, bending downwardHis white, delicate neckTo the ivy-wreathed margeOf thy cup; the bright, glancing vine-leavesThat crown his hair,Falling forward, minglingWith the dark ivy-plants;His fawn-skin, half untied,Smeared with red wine-stains? Who is he,That he sits, overweighedBy fumes of wine and sleep,So late, in thy portico?What youth, goddess,--what guestOf gods or mortals?
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