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 The Passing of Pan

From the yellow beds of mallows

Gleams the glint of golden hair, Nereids from the shorewise shallows

Fling a greeting on the air ; Slim white limbs, divinely fashioned,

Of the fair immortal clan Sway to harmonies impassioned,

Heralding the path of Pan.

Round his brow a wreath he tosses,

Twined with Asphodel and rose, As triumphant o'er the mosses,

Song-saluted on he goes ; Frail wood-maidens who adore him,

When he rests his temples fan When he rises, run before him,

Heralding the path of Pan ! NEW YORK, 1896.