my last word will probably be either “whoops” or “shit”
Evoe! Evoe Ho! Iacche! Iacche!
Hail, O Dionysys! Hail!
Wingèd son of Semele!
Hail, O Hail! The stars are pale.
Hidden the moonlight in the vale;
Hidden the sunlight in the sea.
Blessed is her happy lot
Who beholdeth God; who moves
Mighty-souled without a spot,
Mingling in the godly rout
Of the many mystic loves.
Holy maidens, duly weave
Dances for the mighty mother!
Bacchanal to Bacchus cleave!
Wave his narthex wand, and leave
Earthy joys to earth to smother!
Io! Evoe! Sisters,mingle
In the choir, the dance, the revel!
He divine, the Spirit single,
He in every vein shall tingle.
Sense and sorrow to the devil!
Mingle in the laughing measure,
Hand and lip to breast and thigh!
In enthusiastic pleasure
Grasp the solitary treasure!
Laughs the untiring ecstasy!
Sisters! Sisters! Raise your voices
In the inspired divine delight!
Now the sun sets; now the choice is
Who rebels or who rejoices,
Murmuring to the mystic night.
Io! Evoe! Circle splendid!
Dance, ye maids serene and subtle!
Clotho’s task is fairly ended.
Atropos, thy power is rended!
Ho, Lachesis! ply thy shuttle!
Weave the human dance together
With the life of rocks and trees!
Let the blue delirious weather
Bind all spirits in one tether,
Io Evoe! I faint, I fall,
Swoon in purple light; the grape
Drowns my spirit in its thrall.
Love me, love me over all,
Spirit in the spirit shape!
All is one! I murmur. Distant
Sounds the shout, Evoe, Evoe!
Evoe, Iacche! Soft, insistent
Like to echo’s voice persistent:—
Hail! Agave! Autonoe!