Clothed round with the strength of night

And mysteries of things forbidden

For all but the one most bright

Muse?

THALASSIUS

Hers

Or thine, O Pan, was the token

That gave back empire to thee

When power in thy hands lay broken

As reeds that quake if a bee

Stirs?

PAN

Whom

Have I in my wide woods need of?

Urania's limitless eyes

Behold not mine end, though they read of

A word that shall speak to the skies

Doom.

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THALASSIUS

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