From The Dionysian Days

Golden apples from the grove fall down the tree And make all the Bacchants gather in Arcady To dance on the Festival of the Tragedy And eat the fruits of ecstasy In the midwood twilight, on his pipe plays the faun In the green temple, from the Dionysian days, watch the dawn Goot-foot God, rise your rod, be free, know the world Hath need of thee and Arcady Goat-foot God, play your pipe, tonight, wild and free Your melody out of Arcady Golden apples from the grove fall down the tree And make all the Bacchants gather in Arcady To dance on the Festival of the Tragedy And eat the fruits of ecstasy In the midwood twilight, on his pipe plays the faun In the green temple, from the Dionysian days, watch the dawn Goot-foot God, rise your rod, be free, know the world Hath need of thee and Arcady Goat-foot God, play your pipe, tonight, wild and free Your melody out of Arcady