I recognized Pan by his careless attire, by his fur! He leapt in the sunlight; now and then, with graceful sweep, plucking cherries from the ruddy trees. How pure he was! Dewdrops pearled on his glossy fleece; they were like stars of silver. And it was under the blue sky of my spring. Then, having spied a larger, glossier cherry high above, he plucked it and drew the pit from the bleeding pulp. I came nearer. I was entranced. ... Fixing me with his eye, he flung the pit. I drew my knife to take Pan's life! He put forth an arm, whirled about, and all the world turned. Let us adore Pan, god of the world! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHTED WINDOW by SARA TEASDALE VISIONS OF THE WORLDS VANITIE by EDMUND SPENSER TO MY FIANCEE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 10. THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM AT THE FIRESIDE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |