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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE LUTES OF FRANCE: THE FAUN, by THOMAS WALSH
First Line: A terra-cotta faun grimaces
Last Line: To sweep us to the sound of drums.
Alternate Author Name(s): Gill, Roderick; Strange, Garrett
Subject(s): Deer
First Line: A terra-cotta faun grimaces
Last Line: To sweep us to the sound of drums.
Alternate Author Name(s): Gill, Roderick; Strange, Garrett
Subject(s): Deer
A TERRA-COTTA Faun grimaces
Smiling o'er his grassy places,
Doubtless in his foresight keen
Thinking on the hapless scene
Soon to mock this pause serene,
That hath led me and hath led thee
In pilgrim's doleful vagrancy
Unto this moment now, that comes
To sweep us to the sound of drums.
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