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 A face through the pleachèd blooms stealthily peers,

And we know it is Pan by his furry ears.

A face through the pleachèd blooms stealthily peers,

Makes mouths to affright us, then mocks at our fears,

And we know it is Pan, we know it is Pan,

We know it is Pan by his furry ears!

When, shunning the shafts of Apollo at noon,

To the kindly green coverts we thankfully creep,

Athirst for fresh runnels, and ready to swoon,—

Oft, sudden we come to one fallen asleep:

Fallen asleep midst the tangles and grasses

That trip up the confident clown as he passes,

And fearful we peep at the form supine,

For we know it is Pan, though he makes no sign.

And fearful we peep at the form supine,

With the hoofs of a goat and the brow divine,

For we know it is Pan, we know it is Pan,

We know it is Pan, though he makes no sign!

When the shepherds are gone from the sunset hills,

When evening is mildest in dingle and dale,

Through the hush comes a sound that enraptures and thrills,