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- u80ici1.11hLiber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli . . . VII
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- PROLOGUE OF THE UNBORN
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- 1. Into my loneliness comes
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- 2. The sound of a flute in dim groves that haunt the uttermost hills.
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- 3. Even from the brave river they reach to the edge of the wilderness.
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- 4. And I behold Pan.
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- 5. The snows are eternal above, above
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- 6. And their perfume smokes upward into the nostrils of the stars.
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- 7. But what have I to do with these?
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- 8. To me only the distant flute, the abiding vision of Pan.
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- 9. On all sides Pan to the eye, to the ear;
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- 10. The perfume of Pan pervading, the taste of him utterly filling my mouth,
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- 11. The embrace of him intense on every centre of pain and pleasure.
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- 12. The sixth interior sense aflame with the inmost self of Him,
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- 13. Myself flung down the precipice of being
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- 14. Even to the abyss, annihilation.
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- 15. An end to loneliness, as to all.
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- 16. Pan! Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan!
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