Pan

They say
That nymphs play
In the ancient wood.
Yet as I stood
There yesterday,
No nymphs did play.

Waking this morning
I sensed a warning
In rock.
Mysteries may unlock
As Pan pipes play,
But the nymphs they
Will not stay

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