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All the Lydian notes revealing, Son of Leto, oh, come stealing As the wind Thessalian rivers Whisper of! the wind that shivers Every ripple into stars, In the sunlight's golden bars. Touch thy harp, that haunts the oaks, With the mastery that invokes Naiad music of the fount, Oread music of the mount; And such satyr song as keeps Revel on Lycæan steeps, When night nods, a Mænad shape, Purple with dusk's staining grape. Wake such chords as dewy grounds Echo when no mortal hounds Bell the hunt, whose spear-point shines Through Arcadia's tangled vines, When the half-awakened Dawn, Dreaming on a mountain lawn, Lets her golden sandals lie And walks barefooted through the sky; And by Arethusa's bank, Swift upon the red hart's flank, Drives Diana's buskined band Down the cistus-blossomed strand. Then Love's minors, swooning o'er The mountain hush, the ocean roar, As Selene, stealing, sails Over Lemnos' lakes to vales Where Endymion dreams and feels Love her stolen kiss reveals.