Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

CreationEarth Nature Photos

Hymn to Pan

 SING his praises that doth keep
 Our flocks from harm.
Pan, the father of our sheep; And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round, Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound.
Pan, O great god Pan, to thee Thus do we sing! Thou who keep'st us chaste and free As the young spring: Ever be thy honour spoke From that place the morn is broke To that place day doth unyoke!

by Aleister Crowley
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - Hymn to PanEmail Poem |
Comment below this ad.

Top Aleister Crowley Poems

Analysis and Comments on Hymn to Pan

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Hymn to Pan here.