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In Arcady there lies a crystal spring
Ring'd all about with green melodious reeds
Swaying seal'd music up and down the wind.
Here on its time-defaced pedestal
The image of a half-forgotten God
Crumbles to its complete oblivion.
- Eleanor Farjeon, in "Pan-Worship"
Poetry. Wildness. Unexpected glimpses of the magical, the divine. The ephemeral sense of something half-remembered, lost forever. Talk to me about it.