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 Bathe and play and freight the air With the joyance of their laughter And the gladness of the wave When they stoop over the fountain And their tresses 'gin to lave. And they know the hymns of Eros That in lovely Grecian tongue Pan one day made in the forest In the glorious age of song. Sweetest, of that glorious hymnal I shall choose the fairest phrase To enrich with ancient music The full cadence of my lays. Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey Will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season Of the Spring! 5]