The knights of old are long since dead What can I bring you, little man? The dancers' feet are shod with lead And silent are the pipes of Pan. Silent are the pipes of Pan And weeping, oh, and weeping, oh! The waiting elves in misery go To drink the tears of man. Pale ashes are the gypsy coals Faint traceries of fire Where once the substance leaped and twirled Into a nice desire. And silent are the pipes of Pan And weeping, oh, and weeping, oh! The waiting elves in misery go To drink the tears of man. Endymion kissed has lost his voice The passion of his song Is not of youth; alas, that he With death convenes too long. And weeping, oh, and weeping, oh! The waiting elves in misery go To drink the tears of man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE DESERTED HOUSE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 9. AT THE ALTAR-RAIL by THOMAS HARDY SONG OF A SECOND APRIL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE FISHER'S BOY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU EPITAPHS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |