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Here down this very way, / Here only yesterday / King Faun went leaping. / He sang, with careless shout / Hurling his name about; / He sang, with oaken stock / His steps from rock to rock / In safety keeping, / "Here Faun is free, / Here Faun is free!"
Today against yon pine, / Forlorn yet still divine, / King Faun leant weeping. / "They drank my holy brook, / My strawberries they took, / My private path they trod. " / Loud wept the desolate God, / Scorn on scorn heaping, / "Faun, what is he, / Faun, what is he? "