Lyrics of Earth eBook

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At morning we shall catch the glow
  Of Dian’s quiver on the hill,
And somewhere in the glades I know
  That Pan is at his piping still.

FAVORITES OF PAN

Once, long ago, before the gods
  Had left this earth, by stream and forest glade,
Where the first plough upturned the clinging sods,
  Or the lost shepherd strayed,

Often to the tired listener’s ear
  There came at noonday or beneath the stars
A sound, he knew not whence, so sweet and clear,
  That all his aches and scars

And every brooded bitterness,
  Fallen asunder from his soul took flight,
Like mist or darkness yielding to the press
  Of an unnamed delight,—­

A sudden brightness of the heart,
  A magic fire drawn down from Paradise,
That rent the cloud with golden gleam apart,—­
  And far before his eyes

The loveliness and calm of earth
  Lay like a limitless dream remote and strange,
The joy, the strife, the triumph and the mirth,
  And the enchanted change;

And so he followed the sweet sound,
  Till faith had traversed her appointed span,
And murmured as he pressed the sacred ground: 
  “It is the note of Pan!”

Now though no more by marsh or stream
  Or dewy forest sounds the secret reed—­
For Pan is gone—­Ah yet, the infinite dream
  Still lives for them that heed.

In April, when the turning year
  Regains its pensive youth, and a soft breath
And amorous influence over marsh and mere
  Dissolves the grasp of death,

To them that are in love with life,
  Wandering like children with untroubled eyes,
Far from the noise of cities and the strife,
  Strange flute-like voices rise

At noon and in the quiet of the night
  From every watery waste; and in that hour
The same strange spell, the same unnamed delight,
  Enfolds them in its power.

An old-world joyousness supreme,
  The warmth and glow of an immortal balm,
The mood-touch of the gods, the endless dream,
  The high lethean calm.

They see, wide on the eternal way,
  The services of earth, the life of man;
And, listening to the magic cry they say: 
  “It is the note of Pan!”

For, long ago, when the new strains
  Of hostile hymns and conquering faiths grew keen,
And the old gods from their deserted fanes,
  Fled silent and unseen,

So, too, the goat-foot Pan, not less
  Sadly obedient to the mightier hand,
Cut him new reeds, and in a sore distress
  Passed out from land to land;

And lingering by each haunt he knew,
  Of fount or sinuous stream or grassy marge,
He set the syrinx to his lips, and blew
  A note divinely large;

And all around him on the wet
  Cool earth the frogs came up, and with a smile
He took them in his hairy hands, and set
  His mouth to theirs awhile,

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