Pan The Fallen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE DGHGIJDJ KLFLIMNM OEPEQRSR TUVUOWGW KULUAXWX YZRA2AB2LB2 DLBLC2D2GD2

He wandered into the marketA
With pipes and goatish hoofB
He wandered in a grotesque shapeC
And no one stood aloofB
For the children crowded round himD
The wives and greybeards tooE
To crack their jokes and have their mirthF
And see what Pan would doE
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The Pan he was they knew himD
Part man but mostly beastG
Who drank and lied and snatched what bonesH
Men threw him from their feastG
Who seemed in sin so merryI
So careless in his woeJ
That men despised scarce pitied himD
And still would have it soJ
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He swelled his pipes and thrilled themK
And drew the silent tearL
He made the gravest clack with mirthF
By his sardonic leerL
He blew his pipes full sweetlyI
At their amused demandsM
And caught the scornful earth flung penceN
That fell from careless handsM
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He saw the mob's derisionO
And took it kindly tooE
And when an epithet was flungP
A coarser back he threwE
But under all the maskingQ
Of a brute unseemly partR
I looked and saw a wounded soulS
And a god like breaking heartR
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And back of the elfin musicT
The burlesque clownish playU
I knew a wail that the weird pipes madeV
A look that was far awayU
A gaze into some far heavenO
Whence a soul had fallen downW
But the mob only saw the grotesque beastG
And the antics of the clownW
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For scant flung pence he paid themK
With mirth and elfin playU
Till tired for a time of his antics queerL
They passed and went their wayU
Then there in the empty marketA
He ate his scanty crustX
And tired face turned to heaven downW
He laid him in the dustX
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And over his wild strange featuresY
A softer light there fellZ
And on his worn earth driven heartR
A peace ineffableA2
And the moon rose over the marketA
But Pan the beast was deadB2
While Pan the god lay silent thereL
With his strange distorted headB2
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And the people when they found himD
Stood still with awesome fearL
No more they saw the beast's rude hoofB
The furtive clownish leerL
But the lightest in that audienceC2
Went silent from the placeD2
For they knew the look of a god releasedG
That shone from his dead faceD2

William Wilfred Campbell



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