The Song Of Pan
Mad with love and laden With immortal pain, Pan pursued a maiden - Pan, the god - in vain. For when Pan had nearly Touched her, wild to plead, She was gone - and clearly In her place a reed! Long the god, unwitting, Through the valley strayed; Then at last, submitting, Cut the reed, and made, Deftly fashioned, seven Pipes, and poured his pain Unto earth and heaven In a piercing strain. So with god and poet; Beauty lures them on, Flies, and ere they know it Like a wraith is gone. Then they seek to borrow Pleasure still from wrong, And with smiling sorrow Turn it to a song.
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"Mad with love and laden..."
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