Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HYMN TO PAN, by H. O. WISE


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HYMN TO PAN, by                    
First Line: The woods are very still at noon
Last Line: Lest the god pan...
Subject(s): Mythology - Classical; Pan (mythology)


The woods are very still at noon,
Lest the god Pan be roused too soon
Who lies asleep in a dim glade
Under a broad beech's shade.
Its branches droop to make a rude
Tent about Pan's green solitude.
At times a leaf lets breathless go
And pitches to the ground below.
At times a shadow skims the glade
Where a bird darts from sun to shade.
Pan's seven crickets in a ring
To make Pan cricket music sing.
The rabbit by Pan's ear close squats
And whispers Pan his rabbit thoughts...
The great god Pan, his eyes shut tight,
Has dozed through all the noonday bright
Like some grey boulder...
Let all things slumber close with Pan.
While he sleeps all the world must rest,
Insensate, mute, upon earth's breast...
The woods are very still at noon,
Lest the god Pan...





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