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PAN SING his praises that doth keep Our flocks from harm , Pan , the father of our
sheep ; And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round , Whilst the hollow
neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound . Pan , O great god Pan , to
thee Thus ...
PAN SING his praises that doth keep Our flocks from harm , Pan , the father of our
sheep ; And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round , Whilst the hollow
neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound . Pan , O great god Pan , to
thee Thus ...
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John Drinkwater. THE POET ' S DREAM On a poet ' s lips I slept Dreaming like a
love - adept In the sound his breathing kept ; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal
blisses , But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought ' s
wildernesses .
John Drinkwater. THE POET ' S DREAM On a poet ' s lips I slept Dreaming like a
love - adept In the sound his breathing kept ; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal
blisses , But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought ' s
wildernesses .
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Know exactly the sound it makesRemembering , as one must all day , Under the
pavement the live earth aches . Trees are at the farther end , Limes all full of the
drowsy bee : So there must be a harvest field Whenever one thinks of a linden ...
Know exactly the sound it makesRemembering , as one must all day , Under the
pavement the live earth aches . Trees are at the farther end , Limes all full of the
drowsy bee : So there must be a harvest field Whenever one thinks of a linden ...
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