In Arcady there lies a crystal spring Ring'd all about with green melodious reeds Swaying seal'd music up and down the wind. Here on its time-defacèd pedestal The image of a half-forgotten God Crumbles to its complete oblivion. The faithful and invariable earth Tilts at the shrine her sacrificial cup, Spilling libations from the brim that runs The golden nectar of her daffodils And rivulets of summer-breathing flow'rs. O evanescent temples built of man To deities he honoured and dethroned! Earth shoots a trail of her eternal vine To crown the head that men have ceased to honour. Beneath the coronal of leaf and lichen The mocking smile upon the lips derides Pan's lost dominion; but the pointe…
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