Monday, December 23, 2013


They Told Me Pan Was Dead

Walter de la Mare (1873-1956), "They Told Me," Collected Poems (New York: Henry Holt and Company, 1941), p. 4:
They told me Pan was dead, but I
  Oft marvelled who it was that sang
Down the green valleys languidly
  Where the grey elder-thickets hang.

Sometimes I thought it was a bird
  My soul had charged with sorcery;
Sometimes it seemed my own heart heard
  Inland the sorrow of the sea.

But even where the primrose sets
  The seal of her pale loveliness,
I found amid the violets
  Tears of an antique bitterness.
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