Seated in a woodland glen
By a shallow stream
Once I fell a - musing, when
I was lull´d into a dream.

From the brook a shape arose
Half a man and half a goat,
Hoofs it had instead of toes
And a beard adorn´d its throat.

On a set of rustic reeds
Sweetly play'd this hybrid man
Naught car'd I for earthly needs,
For I knew that this was Pan.

Nymphs and Satyrs gather'd round
To enjoy the lively sound.

All to soon I woke in pain
And return'd to haunts of men
But in rural vales I'd fain
Live and hear Pan´s pipes again.

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