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Most holy Satyr, / like a goat, / with horns and hooves / to match thy coat / of russet brown, / I make leaf-circlets / and a crown of honey-flowers / for thy throat; / where the amber petals / drip to ivory, / I cut and slip / each stiffened petal / in the rift / of carven petal; / honey horn / has wed the bright / virgin petal of the white / flower cluster: lip to lip / let them whisper, / let them lilt, quivering.
Most holy Satyr, / like a goat, / hear this our song, / accept our leaves, / love-offering, / return our hymn, / like echo fling / a sweet song, / answering note for note.