Believe me, together <br /> The bright gods come ever, <br /> Still as of old; <br /> Scarce see I Bacchus, the giver of joy, <br /> Than comes up fair Eros, the laugh-loving boy, <br /> And Phoebus, the stately, behold! <br /> <br /> They come near and nearer, <br /> The heavenly ones all-- <br /> The gods with their presence <br /> Fill earth as their hall! <br /> <br /> Say, how shall I welcome, <br /> Human and earthborn, <br /> Sons of the sky? <br /> Pour out to me--pour the full life that ye live! <br /> What to ye, O ye gods! can the mortal one give? <br /> <br /> The joys can dwell only <br /> In Jupiter's palace-- <br /> Brimmed bright with your nectar, <br /> Oh, reach me the chalice! <br /> <br /> "Hebe, the chalice <br /> Fill full to the brim! <br /> Steep his eyes--steep his eyes in the bath of the dew, <br /> Let him dream, while the Styx is concealed from his view, <br /> That the life of the gods is for him!" <br /> <br /> It murmurs, it sparkles, <br /> The fount of delight; <br /> The bosom grows tranquil-- <br /> The eye becomes bright.<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dithyramb/
