<div class="legacy-text">I sang of the dancing stars,<br />I sang of the daedal Earth,<br />And of Heaven, and the giant wars,<br />And Love, and Death, and Birth<br />And then I chang'd my pipings,<br />Singing how down the vale of Maenalus<br />I pursu'd a maiden and clasp'd a reed.<br />Gods and men, we are all deluded thus!<br />It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed.<br />All wept, as I think both ye now would,<br />If envy or age had not frozen your blood,<br />At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.<br /><br />Hymn of Pan by Percy Bysshe Shelley</div>