Pan
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- Hymn to Pan 14-26
- That at evening he lifts his voice alone, as he come back
from the hunt, gently playing sweet music on his reeds
[i.e., the syrinx]. In melodies he could not be
surpassed even by the bird who among the leaves of
flowery spring pours forth her lament, her honey-voiced
song. With him then go the clear-singing mountain nymphs,
singing and dancing with swift feet by a dark-water
spring. Echo sounds loud about the mountain top; and the
god, gliding hither and thither among the dancers, and
then into the middle, leads the dance with swift feet. On
his back he has a spotted lynx-skin; and he rejoices in
the clear-toned singing, in a soft meadow where crocus
and sweet-scented hyacinth bloom, mingling with the grass
in close embrace.
(Barker 1984: 46.)
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