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Rh drowsy flowers. Far out on the fields, the syrinx awoke gently, with a song of twilight calling the scattered flocks.

Lysidice was going home; and with her was going, not Archias of Paphos, but Archias the lover, on whom Pan smiled

The old man, returning by the grove, saw the two young figures.

"It is not for long that they dance alone," he murmured to himself. "There was a time when I, also "