Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PAN, by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR


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First Line: Pan led me to a wood the other day
Last Line: "thy gentle breath o'er pitys and her pan."
Subject(s): Mythology - Classical; Pan (mythology)


Pan led me to a wood the other day,
Then, bending both hoofs under him, where moss
Was softest and where highest was the tuft,
Said he, "Sit thou aside me; there is room
Just for us two; the tinklers are below
To catch the little birds and butterflies,
Nor see us nor would heed us if they saw.
I minded thee in Sicily with one
I dearly love; I heard thee tell my loss
Of Pitys; and he swore that none but thou
Could thus contend with him, or ever should.
Though others had loud lyres and struck them well,
Few could bring any harmony from reeds
By me held high, and higher since thou hast breath'd
Thy gentle breath o'er Pitys and her Pan."





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