Pan and the Maiden
The Maiden
I writhed to feel that you could never love me.
The Lover
My love walked timidly with doubtful steps.
The Maiden
And mine wept silent tears because Love came not.
The Lover
You seemed too sacred for the speech of man—
The whole world's mystic heart was in your eyes.
The Maiden
You read the whole world's lonely sadness there.
The Lover
What followed on that sadness when we kissed?
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