In forehead low, keen eye, and nostril flat
He bore the human grace in mean degree,
But, set beneath his body squat and fat,
Legs like a goat’s, and from the hairy knee
The shank fell spare; and, though crosswise he put
His limbs in easeful posture, for the foot
The beast’s divided hoof was plain to see.
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Him then she knew the mighty choric God,
The great hill-haunting and tree-loving Pan;