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:
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They told me Pan was dead, but IRelated posts:
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.
- The Death of Pan (Laurence Whistler)
- You Shall Hear the Note of His Pipe (Robert Louis Stevenson)
- Pan Is Not Yet Dead (W.H.D. Rouse)
- A Worshipper at Pan's Shrine (Henry David Thoreau)
- This Modern World Is Grey and Old (Oscar Wilde)
- Poems of a Stockbroker (John Myers O'Hara)
- The Survival of Pan (Robert Frost)
