WHO weeps the death of Pan? Pan is not dead, But loves the shepherds still; still leads the fauns In merry dances o'er the grassy lawns, To his own pipes; as erst in Greece he led The sylvan games, what time the god pursued The beauteous Dryope. The Naiads still Haunt the green marge of every mountain rill; The Dryads sport in every leafy wood; Pan cannot die till Nature's self decease! Full oft the reverent worshiper descries His ruddy face and mischief-glancing eyes Beneath the branches of old forest-trees That tower remote from steps of worldly men, Or hears his laugh far echoing down the glen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A RENUNCIATION by EDWARD DE VERE THE QUILTING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WAPENTAKE; TO ALFRED TENNYSON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM A CHRISTMAS CAROL (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT by JONATHAN SWIFT SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE by WALT WHITMAN EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 2 by LUCY AIKEN |