mark rivers - hymn of pan lyrics
from the forests and highlands
we come, we come;
from the river+girt islands
where loud waves are dumb
listening to my sweet pipings
the wind in the reeds and the rushes
the bees on the bells of thyme
the birds on the myrtle bushes
the cicale above in the lime
and the lizards below in the grass
were as silent as ever old tmolus was
listening to my sweet pipings
liquid peneus was flowing
and all dark tempe lay
in pelion’s shadow, outgrowing
the light of the dying day
speeded by my sweet pipings
the sileni, and sylvans, and fauns
and the nymphs of the woods and the waves
to the edge of the moist river+lawns
and the brink of the dewy caves
and all that did then attend and follow
were silent with love, as you now, apollo
with envy of my sweet pipings
i sang of the dancing stars
i sang of the daedal earth
and of heaven, and the giant wars
and love, and death, and birth—
and then i chang’d my pipings
singing how down the vale of maenalus
i pursu’d a maiden and clasp’d a reed
gods and men, we are all deluded thus!
it breaks in our bosom and then we bleed
all wept, as i think both ye now would
if envy or age had not frozen your blood
at the sorrow of my sweet pipings
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