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 The Passing of Pan

AUGHT ER, velvet-lipped, runs ringing I j All along the woodland ways, While a strange, bewitching singing

Fills the glad Arcadian days ; Ripple-rocked, the slender naiads

Rush-fringed shores expectant scan For attendant hamadryads,

Heralding the path of Pan.

Through the swaying bushes sliding,

Dark-eyed nymphs before him trip, And the god, with stately striding,

Follows, laughter on his lip ; While the wild bird-hearts that love him

In the haunts untrod by man, Riot rapturously above him,

Heralding the path of Pan. 70