Historical & Legendary Ballads & Songs By Walter Thornbury. Illustrated by J. Whistler, F. Walker, John Tenniel, J. D. Watson, W. Small, F. Sandys, G. J. Pinwell, T. Morten, M. J. Lawless, and many others |
 |
 |
The Wood Echo
|
|
 | Historical & Legendary Ballads & Songs |  |
121
The Wood Echo
A GREEK LEGEND.
Old Pan still lives amid the woods,
“Shaping reeds?” I know not whether,
Watching where the raven croaks,
Or idly stripping a jay's feather.
Hark! I'll question him,—“Hei, Pan! Hei, Pan!
Ho, Pan!—Ho, Pan!” Now together—
Hear his deep voice shout “together!”
“Shaping reeds?” I know not whether,
Watching where the raven croaks,
Or idly stripping a jay's feather.
Hark! I'll question him,—“Hei, Pan! Hei, Pan!
Ho, Pan!—Ho, Pan!” Now together—
Hear his deep voice shout “together!”
122
Old the giant is, and bent
With the cares of years gone by;
He wails the old Gods long since dead,
Blind he gazes at the sky.
Hear his answer,—“All must die! Hei, Pan!
Hei, Pan! Ho, Pan! Ho, Pan!—All must die!”
With the cares of years gone by;
He wails the old Gods long since dead,
Blind he gazes at the sky.
Hear his answer,—“All must die! Hei, Pan!
Hei, Pan! Ho, Pan! Ho, Pan!—All must die!”
He hides deep in the sloping woods,
Where the beech-leaves drift and spread,
Where the fir-cones sway and swing,
Where the trees are brazen red.
No, he never sleeps!—“Why, Pan! Why, Pan!
Hei, Pan! Hei, Pan! Hei, Pan!—Why, Pan!”
Where the beech-leaves drift and spread,
Where the fir-cones sway and swing,
Where the trees are brazen red.
No, he never sleeps!—“Why, Pan! Why, Pan!
Hei, Pan! Hei, Pan! Hei, Pan!—Why, Pan!”
Far across the rippled lake,
Where the moon is bright and high,
He sits beneath the riven oak,
The last God left beneath the sky.
Now I'll rouse him.—“Hark ye, Pan! Hark ye, Pan!
Hallo, Pan! why, you must die!”
Hear his mocking—“You must die!”
Where the moon is bright and high,
He sits beneath the riven oak,
The last God left beneath the sky.
Now I'll rouse him.—“Hark ye, Pan! Hark ye, Pan!
Hallo, Pan! why, you must die!”
Hear his mocking—“You must die!”
You laugh—he laughs. On the watch
Ever for an answer right,
Quick the giant's hoarse reply—
“Ha! ha! ha! ha!”—“Pan, good night!”
Garrulous he's not. “Good night! Good night!”
Hear his courtesy,—“Good night!”
Ever for an answer right,
Quick the giant's hoarse reply—
“Ha! ha! ha! ha!”—“Pan, good night!”
Garrulous he's not. “Good night! Good night!”
Hear his courtesy,—“Good night!”
| Historical & Legendary Ballads & Songs | |