Hymn to Pan

HUM isT 0 P.An a RRO withsome st of he ih I ial Cece cresng ot of the nh OfPan! To Pan! To Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady! Roaming as Bacchus, with fawns and pards ‘And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards, ‘On a milk-white ass, come over the sea To me, to me, Come with Apollo in bridal dress (Shepherdess and pythoness) Come with Artemis, silken shod, And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God, In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount, ‘The dimpled dawn of the amber fount! Dip the purple of passionate prayer In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, The soul that startles in eyes of blue To watch thy wantonness weeping through ‘The tangled grove, the gnarled bole Of the living tree that is spirit and sou! ‘And body and brain—come over the sea, (Go Pan! Io Pan!) Devil or god, to me, to me, ‘My man! my man! ‘Come with trumpets sounding shrill ‘Over the hill! Come with drums low muttering From the spring! ‘Come with flute and come with pipe! ‘Am I not ripe? I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle Oeee ae