"Golden apples from the grove fall down the tree/
And make all the Bacchants gather in Arcady/To dance on the Festival of the Tragedy/And eat the fruits of ecstasy"
Lyrics from (if you'll pardon the disagreeable repetition) 'From the Dionysian Days' - by Therion. I love this song. The world still has need of Arcady.
My new one is very tongue in cheek but I can't be held responsible for it, oh no.
Blame Mr Ezra Pound. I intend to keep it for a longer while *crosses fingers*