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Hymn to Pan

…! To Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady! Roaming as Bacchus, with fawns and pards ‘And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards, ‘On a milk-white ass, come over the sea To me, to me, Come with Apollo in bridal dress (Shepherdess and pythoness) Come with Artemis, silken shod, And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God, In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount, ‘The dimpled dawn of the amber fount! Dip the purple of passionate prayer In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, The soul that startles in eyes of blue To watch thy wa…