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Hymn to Pan

HUMN TO PAN My body, weary of empty clasp, Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp— ' Come, O come! Tam numb With the lonely lust of devildom. ; ‘Thrust thy sword through the galling fetter, All-devourer, all-begetter; Give me the sign of the Open Eye, And the token erect of thorny thigh, And the word of madaess and mystery, j © Pan! Io Pan! To Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan, Tamaman: Do as thou wilt, as a great god can, Pan! Io Pan! To Pan! Io Pan Pan! Iam awake In the grip of the snake. ‘The eagle slashes with beak and claw; The gods withdraw: ‘T…