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.
The Song Of Pan
Archibald Lampman
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Poem topics: beauty, heaven, song, sorrow, pleasure, wild, earth, long, place, wrong, valley, poet, love, pain, I love you, god, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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