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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429748" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pan at Lane Cove</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SCALY with poison, bright with flame, <br>Great fungi steam beside the gate, <br>Run tentacles through flagstone cracks, <br>Or claw beyond, where meditate <br>Wet poplars on a pitchy lawn. <br>Some seignior of colonial fame <br>Has planted here a stone-cut faun <br>Whose flute juts like a frozen flame. <br>O lonely faun, what songs are these <br>For skies where no Immortals hide? <br>Why finger in this dour abode <br>Those Pan-pipes girdled at your side? <br>Your Gods, and Hellas too, have passed, <br>Forsaken are the Cyclades, <br>And surely, faun, you are the last <br>To pipe such ancient songs as these. <br>Yet, blow your stone-lipped flute and blow <br>Those red-and-silver pipes of Pan. <br>Cold stars are bubbling round the moon, <br>Which, like some golden Indiaman <br>Disgorged by waterspouts and blown <br>Through heaven's archipelago, <br>Drives orange bows by clouds of stone . . . <br>Blow, blow your flute, you stone boy, blow! <br>And, Chiron, pipe your centaurs out, <br>The night has looped a smoky scarf <br>Round campanili in the town, <br>And thrown a cloak about Clontarf. <br>Now earth is ripe for Pan again, <br>Barbaric ways and Paynim rout, <br>And revels of old Samian men. <br>O Chiron, pipe your centaurs out. <br>This garden by the dark Lane Cove <br>Shall spark before thy music dies <br>With silver sandals; all thy gods <br>Be conjured from Ionian skies. <br>Those poplars in a fluting-trice <br>They'll charm into an olive-grove <br>And dance a while in Paradise <br>Like men of fire above Lane Cove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kenneth+Slessor">Kenneth Slessor</a><div class=q>
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Great fungi steam beside the gate, 
Run tentacles through flagstone cracks, 
Or claw beyond, where meditate 
Wet poplars on a pitchy lawn. 
Some seignior of colonial fame 
Has planted here a stone-cut faun 
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