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Lo, the still Powerful, though the Forbidden,
Now is approaching: prepare, prepare;
Come from each lurking place, safe and hidden,
Gods of the woods, and the streams, and the air!
Fairer she is than Men's loveliest daughters;
When she approaches the air feels mirth;
Laughing run on the rejoicing waters;
Gladness returns to the cheerless earth!
Round her all outlawed Divinities cluster;
Many they be as they come in her train,
Strong, ever young, at her bidding they muster;
Shapes long unseen are emerging again.
Wreaths from her bower the wood nymphs are weaving,
Satyr and Faun again people the dusk,
Oak-prisoned Dryads the oak bark are cleaving,
Lurking where roses are fragrant of musk.

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When she revisits her fane that is shattered
Every anemone lifteth its head;
Long though the Gods have been hidden and scattered,
Ne'er will they perish till Nature be dead.