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Sappho

XXVII

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Lover, art thou of a surety Not a learner of the wood-god? Has the madness of his music Never touched thee?

Ah, thou dear and godlike mortal, 5 If Pan takes thee for his pupil, Make me but another Syrinx For that piping.

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