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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed.  The Book of New York Verse.  1917.
 
A Faun in Wall Street
By John Myers O’Hara
 
WHAT shape so furtive steals along the dim
  Bleak street, barren of throngs, this day of June;
  This day of rest, when all the roses swoon
In Attic vales where dryads wait for him?
What sylvan this, and what the stranger whim        5
  That lured him here this golden afternoon;
  Ways where the dusk has fallen oversoon
In the deep canyon, torrentless and grim?
 
Great Pan is far, O mad estray, and these
  Bare walls that leap to heaven and hide the skies        10
Are fanes men rear to other deities;
  Far to the East the haunted woodland lies,
And cloudless still, from cyclad-dotted seas,
  Hymettus and the hills of Hellas rise.
 
 
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