POEMS
PAN AND THE MAIDEN
Scene I.—A deep wood in Spring
The Maiden
Pan, I have sought thee leaving the hot world,
And all the skein of tangled nights and days—
The mirth, the tears, the impotence of man,
Because I am very weary, and my heart
Waastes for thee, longing sadly for cool glades
And pleasant speech of leaves and quiet air.
(She pauses.)
And all the skein of tangled nights and days—
The mirth, the tears, the impotence of man,
Because I am very weary, and my heart
Waastes for thee, longing sadly for cool glades
And pleasant speech of leaves and quiet air.
(She pauses.)
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