 | Poems by Maurice Thompson |  |
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WRITTEN ON A FLY-LEAF OF THEOCRITUS.
Those were good times, in olden days,
Of which the poet has his dreams,
When gods beset the woodland ways,
And lay in wait by all the streams.
Of which the poet has his dreams,
When gods beset the woodland ways,
And lay in wait by all the streams.
One could be sure of something then
Severely simple, simply grand,
Or keenly, subtly sweet, as when
Venus and Love went hand in hand.
Severely simple, simply grand,
Or keenly, subtly sweet, as when
Venus and Love went hand in hand.
Now I would give (such is my need)
All the world's store of rhythm and rhyme
To see Pan fluting on a reed
And with his goat-hoof keeping time!
All the world's store of rhythm and rhyme
To see Pan fluting on a reed
And with his goat-hoof keeping time!
| Poems by Maurice Thompson | |