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 434 Syrinx, whom Jove, in his anger, changed
 * To those tall, green, wavering, trembling reeds,

That, down where yon tide flows broad and deep,
 * Are watching their shadows, till steers and steeds,

Coming to drink at the ford hard by, Tread them to death so heedlessly.