...far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green...mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies. And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed? What little town by river or sea shore....

...congratulating the figures on being frozen through eternity and describing the benefits of this frozen state. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green...mysterious priest, lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, and all her silken flanks with garlands dressed? What little town by river or sea shore,...

...far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd A burnING forehead, and a parchING tongue Who are these coming to the SACRIFICE? To what green...MYSTERIOUS PRIEST, Lead'st thou THAT HEIFER lowing at the skies And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea shore,...

...sweeter'). The poet, looking at the people depicted on the urn, imagines the town they must have come from. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead's! thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed? What...

...this (imagined) happy noise and music is quiet, silent - caught forever by the skill of the artist. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green...mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea shore,...

...far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead's! thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little...