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She lay among the myrtles on the cliff; / Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea.
Upon the white horizon Atho's peak / Weltered in burning haze; all airs were dead; / The cicale slept among the tamarisk's hair; / The birds sat dumb and drooping. Far below / The lazy sea-weed glistened in the sun; / The lazy sea-fowl dried their steaming wings; / The lazy swell crept whispering up the ledge, / And sank again. Great Pan was laid to rest; / And Mother Earth watched by him as he slept, / And hushed her myriad children for a while.