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The Passing of Pan
From the yellow beds of mallows
Gleams the glint of golden hair, Nereids from the shorewise shallows
Fling a greeting on the air ; Slim white limbs, divinely fashioned,
Of the fair immortal clan Sway to harmonies impassioned,
Heralding the path of Pan.
Round his brow a wreath he tosses,
Twined with Asphodel and rose, As triumphant o'er the mosses,
Song-saluted on he goes ; Frail wood-maidens who adore him,
When he rests his temples fan When he rises, run before him,
Heralding the path of Pan ! NEW YORK, 1896.
