Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The Dead Pan cy = of Hellas, gods of Hellas! Can ye listen in your silence? Can your mystic voices tell us Where ye hide ? In floating islands With a wind that evermore Keeps you out of sight of shore ? Pan, Pan is dead. Gods bereaved, gods belated, ? With your purples rent asunder! Gods discrowned and desecrated; Disinherited of thunder! Now, the goats may climb and crop The soft grass on Ida’s top ? Now, Pan is dead. Calm of old, the bark went onward, When a cry more loud than wind, Rose up, deepened, and swept sunward, From the piled Dark behind: And the sun shrank and grew pale, Breathed against by the great wail ? Pan, Pan is dead. And the rowers from the benches Fell, ? each shuddering on his face, ? While degarting Influences Struck aoldlback through the place; And the shadow of the ship Reeled along the passive deep ? Pan, Pan is dead. And that dismal cry rose slowly, And sank slowly through the air; . Full of spirit’s melancholy And eternity’s despair! And they heard the words it said ? Pan is Dead ? Great Pan is Dead ? Pan, Pan is Dead. ‘ 'Twas the hour when One in Sion Hung for love’s sake on a cross ? When His brow was chill with dying, And His soul was faint with loss; When His priestly blood dropped downward, And His kingly eyes looked throneward ? Then, Pan was dead. By the love He stood alone in, His sole Godhead stood complete; And the false gods fell down moaning, Each from off his golden seat ? All the false gods with a cry Rendered up their deity ? Pan, Pan was destd. Wailing wide across the islands, They rent, vest-like, their Divine! And a darkness and a silence Quenched the light of every shrine; And Dodona’s oak swang lonely Henceforth, to the tempest only ? Pan, Pan was dead. Pythia staggered, ? feeling o'er her…
