Poems
And on his ears fell ancient melodies,
Which Pan from earliest days has taught the birds—
A wild confusion of indefinite words,
Echoes, for ever throbbing a reply,
Till all his senses were o'erwhelmed thereby.
Which Pan from earliest days has taught the birds—
A wild confusion of indefinite words,
Echoes, for ever throbbing a reply,
Till all his senses were o'erwhelmed thereby.
For he had wandered deaf with the world's cry,
Searching that ancient, undiscovered spell
Mankind has sought from times unspeakable—
That one strong word the gods knew when they wrought
All things from chaos with a mighty thought
Omnipotent, and men have named it Truth,
And it has sapped the ardour of their youth,
And all their days, long filled with grievous pain,
And none has heard it yet, although the stain
Searching that ancient, undiscovered spell
Mankind has sought from times unspeakable—
That one strong word the gods knew when they wrought
All things from chaos with a mighty thought
Omnipotent, and men have named it Truth,
And it has sapped the ardour of their youth,
And all their days, long filled with grievous pain,
And none has heard it yet, although the stain
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