Fiddler's Farewell/I Saw the Piper

by Leonora Speyer

PART IV

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

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

I found
The 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 side
The last note like a spear!