A SILVER birch-tree like a sacred maid Set with a guard of stalwart hemlocks round, Whose low-toned airs stole by with sighing sound, Stirred, shivering slightly, as if half afraid Where the black shadow crept along the ground. Breathless she stood, -- as one whose work is stayed, But threads her shuttle while her thought has strayed To times when wild fauns haunted all the rills, And piped among the deep noon-checkered hills Till all the land with song was overlaid. O Pan, dear Pan! come forth from out the dark Of those dream days; outsing our thrush and lark Till laughter-loving youths from windowsills Shall whisper, "Hark! who sang that love-song? Hark!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 2. SAFETY by RUPERT BROOKE A,B,C by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY BOADICEA; AN ODE by WILLIAM COWPER THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE WELCOME GUEST by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG POLYHYMNIA: THE YOUTH IN THE BOAT (FRAGMENT) by WILLIAM BASSE |