 | Silenus |  |
Syrinx he saw hard chased by nimble Pan,
And flushed with terror, his devoted nymph,
Plucked at by demon claws, plunge in the stream
And her young spirit pass into the reeds
That now were whispering her sad well-away.
And flushed with terror, his devoted nymph,
Plucked at by demon claws, plunge in the stream
And her young spirit pass into the reeds
That now were whispering her sad well-away.
| Silenus | |