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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets led Through flowery meads I sought him-- Nor in his dewy pasture bed Nor in the grove I caught him. "Tell me," 'twas so my clamor ran-- "Tell me, oh, where is Pan?" But, once, as on my pipe I played A requiem sad and tender, Lo, thither came a shepherd-maid-- Full comely she and slender! I were indeed a churlish blade With wailings to offend 'er-- For, surely, wooing's sweeter than A mourning over Pan! So, presently, whiles I did scan That shepherd-maiden pretty, And heard her accents, I began To pipe a cheerful ditty; And so, betimes, forgot old Pan Whose death had waked my pity; So--so did Love undo the man Who sought and pined for Pan! He was not dead! I found him there-- The Pan that I was after! Caught in that maiden's tangling hair, Drunk with her song and laughter! I doubt if there be otherwhere A merrier god or dafter-- Nay, nor a mortal kindlier than Is this same dear old Pan! Beside me, as my pipe I play, My shepherdess is lying, While here and there her lambkins stray As sunny hours go flying; They look like me--those lambs--they say, And that I'm not denying! And for that sturdy, romping clan, All glory be to Pan! Pan is not dead, O sweetheart mine! It is to hear his voices In every note and every line Wherein the heart rejoices! He liveth in that sacred shrine That Love's first, holiest choice is! So pipe, my pipe, while still you can, Sweet songs in praise of Pan!
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