Poems
Through all the manifold great waves of Time—
And bid me cleave to thee, a creature wrought
Of woods and wilds and pastures and sweet shades.
And bid me cleave to thee, a creature wrought
Of woods and wilds and pastures and sweet shades.
Pan
And thou shalt come, oh, well-beloved of Pan!
Seeing Pan's kiss is stronger than strong years,
And still the forest is green and still the roots
Bear grain and blossom, and the woods shall cleave
Even to thy heart and thou shalt wander forth,
An evident woodland spirit, and thy life
Become a portion of the life of Pan.
Seeing Pan's kiss is stronger than strong years,
And still the forest is green and still the roots
Bear grain and blossom, and the woods shall cleave
Even to thy heart and thou shalt wander forth,
An evident woodland spirit, and thy life
Become a portion of the life of Pan.
The Maiden
Oh, Pan! there is great tumult at my heart—
Madness of life and all my words seem fraught
With wind and eloquent passion of green leaves.
Madness of life and all my words seem fraught
With wind and eloquent passion of green leaves.
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