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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
