text:  There while the gladsome Evoee shout Through Nysa's knolls rang wildly out While cymbal clang and blare of horn O'er the broad Hellespont were borne; The sounds careering far and near Struck sudden on Lycurgus' ear-- Edonia's grim black-bearded lord Who still the Bacchic rites abhorr'd And cursed the god whose power divine Lent heaven's own fire to generous wine