For a Sculpture by Sara Greene
Limber-limbed, lazy god, stretched on the rock,
Where is sweet Echo, and where is your flock?
What are you making here? “Listen,” said Pan—
“Out of a river-reed music for man!”
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by Henry van Dyke Jr.
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