A scene more fair than what the Grecian feigns Of purple lights and ever-vernal plains; Here all the seasons revel hand in hand: 575 'Mid lawns and shades by breezy rivulets fanned [160] They sport beneath that mountain's matchless height That holds no commerce with the summer night.

But the sage Muse the revel heeds No farther than her story needs; Nor will she servilely attend 595 The loitering journey to its end.

Satyrs are the attendant daemons who form the Kômos, or revel rout, of Dionysus.

The story told, Sir Topaz moved, The youth of Edith erst approved, To see the revel scene: At close of eve he leaves his home, And wends to find the ruin'd dome All on the gloomy plain.

And so her reverie takes prophetic cheer In spirit she sees the stir Far down the depth of thousand years, And marks the revel shine; Her dusky face is lit with sober light, Sibylline, yet benign.