Classic Poem

Flute and horn and viol urging
To the idol-dance, and surging
Round and round the Golden Calf,
To the rattle of the drum —
Brum — brum — brum —
Jacob's daughters leap and laugh!

Noble virgins linkid fly,
Robes upgirdled to the thigh;
Like the wind they whirl and fleet
Round and round the Golden Calf,
And they laugh,
And the noisy drums are beat!

Even Aaron to his scathe,
He, the guardian of the Faith,
Joins the dance-delirious crowd,
In his holy high-priest's coat,
Like a goat —
Roll of drums, and laughter loud!