What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
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I wonder where this poem was hiding all along coz it is in its own league
This has always been a favourite poem of mine; my mum used to recite it when I was little (amongst others) , perhaps it subliminally influenced my path into the pagan life. The language hasn't aged much, has it!
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