" Corydon —
Ornitus, just now, as though filled with the sense that the god was anigh,
trembled a feeling stole o'er me where terror and joy inter twine;
But now of the Faun let us worship the godhead be nign.
Ornitus, just now, as though filled with the sense that the god was anigh,
trembled a feeling stole o'er me where terror and joy inter twine;
But now of the Faun let us worship the godhead be nign.
Universal Anthology - v07
