BEHa khoon
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[FONT="]HYMEN OF MAN[/FONT]
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[FONT="]FROM the forests and highlands [/FONT]
[FONT="]We come, we come; [/FONT]
[FONT="]From the river-girt islands, [/FONT]
[FONT="]Where loud waves are dumb, [/FONT]
[FONT="]Listening to my sweet pipings. [/FONT]
[FONT="]The wind in the reeds and the rushes, [/FONT]
[FONT="]The bees on the bells of thyme, [/FONT]
[FONT="]The birds on the myrtle bushes, [/FONT]
[FONT="]The cicale above in the lime, [/FONT]
[FONT="]And the lizards below in the grass, [/FONT]
[FONT="]Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, [/FONT]
[FONT="]Listening to my sweet pipings. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]Liquid Peneus was flowing, [/FONT]
[FONT="]And all dark Tempe lay [/FONT]
[FONT="]In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing [/FONT]
[FONT="]The light of the dying day, [/FONT]
[FONT="]Speeded by my sweet pipings. [/FONT]
[FONT="]The Sileni and Sylvans and Fauns, [/FONT]
[FONT="]And the Nymphs of the woods and the waves, [/FONT]
[FONT="]To the edge of the moist river-lawns, [/FONT]
[FONT="]And the brink of the dewy caves, [/FONT]
[FONT="]And all that did then attend and follow, [/FONT]
[FONT="]Were silent with love, as you know, Apollo, [/FONT]
[FONT="]With envy of my sweet pipings. [/FONT]
[FONT="] I sang of the dancing stars, [/FONT]
[FONT="]I sang of the dædal earth, [/FONT]
[FONT="]And of heaven, and the giant wars, [/FONT]
[FONT="]And love, and death, and birth. [/FONT]
[FONT="]And then I changed my pipings-- [/FONT]
[FONT="]Singing how down the vale of Mænalus [/FONT]
[FONT="]I pursued a maiden, and clasp'd a reed: [/FONT]
[FONT="]Gods and men, we are all deluded thus; [/FONT]
[FONT="]It breaks in our bosom, and then we bleed. [/FONT]
[FONT="]All wept -- as I think both ye now would, [/FONT]
[FONT="]If envy or age had not frozen your blood-- [/FONT]
[FONT="]At the sorrow of my sweet pipings
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[FONT="]Percy Bysshe Shelly [/FONT]
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