O PAN is the goodliest god, I wist, Of all of the lovable gods that be! -- For his two strong hands were the first to twist From the depths of the current, through spatter and mist, The long-hushed reeds that he pressed in glee To his murmurous mouth, as he chuckled and kissed Their souls into melody. And the wanton winds are in love with Pan: They loll in the shade with him day by day; And betimes as beast, and betimes as man, They love him as only the wild winds can, -- Or sleeking the coat of his limbs one way, Or brushing his brow with the locks they fan To the airs he loves to play. And he leans by the river, in gloom and gleam, Blowing his reeds as the breezes blow -- His cheeks puffed out, and his eyes in a dream, And his hoof-tips, over the leaves in the stream, Tapping the time of the tunes that flow As sweet as the drowning echoes seem To his rollicking wraith below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 84. DHU'L JADAL WA'L IKRAM by EDWIN ARNOLD COME UP HIGHER by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY ENIGMA. TO THE LADIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE APOLOGY OF THE BISHOPS IN ANSWER TO BONNER'S GHOST by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 143 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 9. CONFITEBOR TIBI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 31. TO ONE WHO LOVED HIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |