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/ 1. Haunter of green intricacies, / Where the sunlight's amber laces / Deeps of darkest violet; / Where the ugly Satyr chases / Shining Dryads, fair as Graces, / Whose lithe limbs with dew are wet; / Piper in hid mountain places, / Where the blue-eyed Oread braces / Winds which in her sweet cheeks set / Of Aurora rosy traces, / Whiles the Faun from myrtle mazes / Watcheth with an eye of jet: / What art thou and these dim races, / Thou, O Pan! of many faces, / Who art ruler yet?
/ 2. Tell me, piper, have I ever / Heard thy hollow syrinx quiver / Trickling music in the trees? / Where dark hazel copses shiver, / Have I heard its dronings sever / The warm silence, or the bees? / Ripple murmurings, that never / Could be born of fall or river, / Whisperings and subtleties, / Melodies so very clever, / None can doubt that thou, the giver, / Master Nature's keys.