Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A FAUN IN WALL STREET, by JOHN MYERS O'HARA



Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

A FAUN IN WALL STREET, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: What shape so furtive steals along the dim
Last Line: Hymettus and the hills of hellas rise.
Subject(s): Stock Exchange; Wall Street, New York City


What shape so furtive steals along the dim
Bleak street, barren of throngs, this day of June;
This day of rest, when all the roses swoon
In Attic vales where dryads wait for him?
What sylvan this, and what the stranger whim
That lured him here this golden afternoon;
Ways where the dusk has fallen oversoon
In the deep canyon, torrentless and grim?

Great Pan is far, O mad estray, and these
Bare walls that leap to heaven and hide the skies
Are fanes men rear to other deities;
Far to the east the haunted woodland lies,
And cloudless still, from cyclad-dotted seas,
Hymettus and the hills of Hellas rise.








Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net