No more on the starry presence

Whose light through the long dark swam:

Hold fast to the green world's pleasance:

For I that am lord of it am

All.

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THALASSIUS

God,

God Pan, from the glad wood's portal

The breaths of thy song blow sweet:

But woods may be walked in of mortal

Man's thought, where never thy feet

Trod.

Thine

All secrets of growth and of birth are,

All glories of flower and of tree,

Wheresoever the wonders of earth are;

The words of the spell of the sea

Mine.

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