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Out of the mid-wood's twilight / Into the meadow's dawn, / Ivory limbed and brown-eyed, / Flashes my Faun!
He skips through the copses singing, / And his shadow dances along, / And I know not which I should follow, / Shadow or song!
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness / I track him in vain!