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58 Shrilly, shrilly, shrilly, Flare and flute note trilly, Hearken, hearken, hearken there, Shadows dance and darken there, Hand and hoof and haunches bare Encircle thee.

O lily, red wood lily, Flaunting fairy lily, Never stop the piping of the Pan god's tune:— "Life's a music hath no word, Death's a lute no hand has stirred, Eternity's a rondeau in an old, old rune." Never stop their piping there, Never yield them—never spare, Lest thou dream Christ's lily fair— More fair than thou.