Fiddler's Farewell/I Saw the Piper

by Leonora Speyer

PART IV

I saw the Piper hanging on a tree,Leaf-crownedAnd crucified."Pan! Pan!" I cried.

The awful eye, still roving, fell on me,Then sought along the ground.

I foundThe pipes still lying near,Held them like hyssop to the straining lips

And oh, the sound, the sound,Forever in my ear,And in my sideThe last note like a spear!