Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales and Ceres' golden reign: Now rolling down the steep amain, Headlong, impetuous, see it pour; The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.

So hewed they, and smote amain until their brows shone moist and their breaths waxed short; whereat Beltane mocked them, saying: "Hasweat ye, forsooth?

" Now when the jester spake of love, my Beltane must needs sigh amain and shake a doleful head.