Pan and the Maiden
Led him through groves and labyrinths of sweet sound
Till all his wise and beautiful heart was lost
And tangled in the melody?—how then
Shall I prove stronger than he and feel thy song
No more but cleave unto strange words and works
And alien, infidel hearts, and lose all love,
All knowledge of thee, Pan? Such things are not.
Till all his wise and beautiful heart was lost
And tangled in the melody?—how then
Shall I prove stronger than he and feel thy song
No more but cleave unto strange words and works
And alien, infidel hearts, and lose all love,
All knowledge of thee, Pan? Such things are not.
Pan
Go, since the spirit of the world is weak,
Cold are the joys, the sorrows of the world,
And I am Pan! and stronger than all gods.
Cold are the joys, the sorrows of the world,
And I am Pan! and stronger than all gods.
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