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Ah, what am I but a torrent, Headstrong, impetuous, broken, Like the spent clamour of waters In the blue canyon?
Ah, what art thou but a fern-frond, 5 Wet with blown spray from the river, Diffident, lovely, sequestered, Frail on the rock-ledge?
Yet, are we not for one brief day, While the sun sleeps on the mountain, 10 Wild-hearted lover and loved one, Safe in Pan’s keeping?