The Dark Side of the Net

There is a darkness inside us. This site is a doorway to the dark... if what you find passing through here disturbs you, there is no need to return. If you can resist...



Sacred Texts  Classics  Index  Previous  Next 

XXX.

TO THE CURETES.

A HYMN.

LEAPING Curetes, who with dancing feet
And circling measures, armed footsteps beat:
Whose bosom's mad, fanatic transports fire,
Who move in rythm to the founding lyre:
Who traces deaf when lightly leaping tread,
Arm bearers, strong defenders, rulers dread:
Propitious omens, guards of Proserpine *,
Preserving rites, mysterious and divine
Come, and benevolent my words attend,
(In herds rejoicing), and my life defend. 10


Footnotes

156:* Proclus calls the Curetes, guards of Proserpine, lib. vi. Theol. Plat. p. 383.


Next: XXXI. To Pallas