Posted by Barbara Barrett on 17th February 2014
1. a thyrsus: in ancient Greece and Rome a staff or spear tipped with an ornament like a pine cone, carried by god Dionysus and his followers.
[origin: 1591; Latin, from Greek thyrsos]
But I toiled and I cursed where the forge smoke hung.
Then suddenly I turned, and you were standing there,
With a lyre in your fingers and a garland on your hair.
Tall, slim and lithe, like a white limbed god,
Twirling in your fingers a garland’d Dion’s rod.
And you were scarcely steady from your liking of vine,
Your garment was a kirtle and your breath was scented wine.
And you glanced at the forge and you glanced at me,
And you strummed on your lyre and laughed with glee.
Your laughter was like music, your voice like a rhyme,
As you sang, clear and strong, like a far, golden chime;
“Gold morn’s laughing o’er the ocean, dawn’s awhisper
on the sea!
“And a silver brook is brawling, with its tiny cat’ract
“From the woodlands Pan is calling, come away, with me!
“Come away! Come away! Where the wood nymphs
laugh at play!
“There are trails through sapphire meadows, night times
oft with laughing shadows,
“Emerald isles in topaz oceans where the mermaids
flash in spray!
“Come away! Pan is prancing! Come away! The fauns are
“And it’s my good time I’m wasting as I pause to sing this
“Come to the woodlands, away and away!”
[from “Arcadian Days”; to read the complete poem, see The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 256]