lacte madens illic suberat Pan ilicis umbrae et facta agresti lignea falce Pales, pendebatque vagi pastoris in arbore votum, garrula silvestri fistula sacra deo, fistula cui semper decrescit harundinis ordo; nam calamus cera iungitur usque minor.
There, drenched with milk, was Pan beneath the holmoaks shade, and Pales shaped from wood by rustic knife; and on the tree, in quittance of the roving shepherds vow, the prattling pipe hung sacred to the woodland god'the pipe with its ever-dwindling rows of reeds, whose wax joins stalks each lesser than the last.
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