Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PIPES OF PAN, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet's Biography
First Line: The pipes of pan! Not idler now
Last Line: Whetting his hunger on an empty shell.
Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F.
Subject(s): Fantasy; Music & Musicians; Mythology - Classical; Pan (Mythology)
THE Pipes of Pan! Not idler now are they
Than when their cunning fashione first blew
The pith of music from them: Yet for you
And me their notes are blown in many a way
Lost in our murmurings for that old day
That fared so well without us. -- Waken to
The pipings here at hand: -- The clear halloo
Of truant voices, and the roundelay
The waters warble in the solitude
Of blooming thickets, where the robin's breast
Sends up such ecstasy o'er dale and dell
Each tree top answers, till in all the wood
There lingers not one squirrel in his nest
Whetting his hunger on an empty shell.
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