Poem: Pan - Double Villanelle

I

O goat-foot God of Arcady!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址This modern world is grey and old,

And what remains to us of thee?

No more the shepherd lads in glee

Throw apples at thy wattled fold,

O goat-foot God of Arcady!

Nor through the laurels can one see

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Thy soft brown limbs, thy beard of gold,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And what remains to us of thee?

And dull and dead our Thames would be,

For here the winds are chill and cold,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O goat-foot God of Arcady!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Then keep the tomb of Helice,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Thine olive-woods, thy vine-clad wold,

And what remains to us of thee?

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Though many an unsung elegy

Sleeps in the reeds our rivers hold,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O goat-foot God of Arcady!

Ah, what remains to us of thee?

II

Ah, leave the hills of Arcady,

Thy satyrs and their wanton play,

This modern world hath need of thee.

No nymph or Faun indeed have we,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For Faun and nymph are old and grey,

Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!

This is the land where liberty

Lit grave-browed Milton on his way,

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A land of ancient chivalry

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Where gentle Sidney saw the day,

Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址This fierce sea-lion of the sea,

This England lacks some stronger lay,

This modern world hath need of thee!

Then blow some trumpet loud and free,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And give thine oaten pipe away,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址This modern world hath need of thee!