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Toil on, fishermen! Pan sits on the cliff, Smiles and watches the fare, Wreaths him with flowers there, Bites at a lettuce leaf, Binds him a poppy sheaf, Drinks from a painted jug, Watching the full nets tug; Toil on, fishermen! Work on, harvesters! Demeter rests on the hill, Near to the threshing-floor; Near to the cottage door, Girds her with fruited vines, Blows foam from the wines, Drinks from a golden bowl, While corn-filled wagons roll; Work on, harvesters! Rest well, goat-herds! Hermes cares for the sheep, Flashes across the sun, Burnishes helmet wings, The wreathed caduceus brings, To swift talaria-flight, Through the sheep-scattered night; Rest well, goat-herds!