64465: Faun

<p dir="ltr"> Here down this very way,<br> Here only yesterday<br> King Faun went leaping.<br> He sang, with careless shout<br> Hurling his name about;<br> He sang, with oaken stock<br> His steps from rock to rock<br> In safety keeping,<br> 'Here Faun is free,<br> Here Faun is free!'<br> To-day against yon pine,<br> Forlorn yet still divine,<br> King Faun leant weeping.<br> 'They drank my holy brook,<br> My strawberries they took,<br> My private path they trod.'<br> Loud wept the desolate God,<br> Scorn on scorn heaping,<br> 'Faun, what is he,<br> Faun, what is he?'</p>