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Turning the silver,

Vulcan, make for me,

Not indeed a panoply,

For what are battles to me?

But a hollow cup,

As deep as thou canst

And make for me in it

Neither stars, nor wagons,

Nor sad Orion;

What are the Pleiades to me?

What the shining Bootes?

Make vines for me,

And clusters of grapes in it,

And of gold Love and Bathyllus

Treading the grapes

With the fair Lyaeus