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1 Into my loneliness comes -

2 The sound of a flute in dim groves that haunt the uttermost hills.

3 Even from the brave river they reach to the edge of the wilderness.

4 And I behold Pan.

5 The snows are eternal above, above -

6 And their perfume smokes upward into the nostrils of the stars.

7 But what have I to do with these?

8 To me only the distant flute, the abiding vision of Pan.

9 On all sides Pan to the eye, to the ear;

10 The perfume of Pan pervading, the taste of him utterly filling my mouth, so that the tongue breaks forth into a weird and monstrous speech.

11 The embrace of him intense on every centre of pain and pleasure.

12 The sixth interior sense aflame with the inmost self of Him,

13 Myself flung down the precipice of being

14 Even to the abyss, annihilation.

15 An end to loneliness, as to all.

16 Pan! Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan!