Hymn To Pan by Dodsengel
Thrill with lissome lust of the
light, O man! My man!
Come careering out of
the night Of Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan!
Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus, with
fauns 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 soul
And body and brain -
come over the sea.
(Io 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
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