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Rh For stories of indolent noon In the pineforest's odorous nod, She questioned, not knowing: he can Be waspish, irascible, rude, He is oftener friendly to man, And ever to beasts and their brood. For the which did she love him well, She said, and his pipes of the reed, His twitched lips puffing to tell In music his tears and his need, Against the sharp catch of his hurt. Not as shepherds of Pan did she speak, Nor spake as the schools, to divert, But fondly, perceiving him weak Before Gods, and to shepherds a fear, A holiness, horn and heel. All this she had learnt in her ear From Callistes, and taught him to feel. Yea, the solemn divinity flushed