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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390968" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pan liveth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They told me once that Pan was dead,<br> And so, in sooth, I thought him;<br>For vainly where the streamlets led<br> Through flowery meads I sought him--<br>Nor in his dewy pasture bed<br> Nor in the grove I caught him.<br> &quot;Tell me,&quot; 'twas so my clamor ran--<br> &quot;Tell me, oh, where is Pan?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, once, as on my pipe I played<br> A requiem sad and tender,<br>Lo, thither came a shepherd-maid--<br> Full comely she and slender!<br>I were indeed a churlish blade<br> With wailings to offend 'er--<br> For, surely, wooing's sweeter than<br> A mourning over Pan!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, presently, whiles I did scan<br> That shepherd-maiden pretty,<br>And heard her accents, I began<br> To pipe a cheerful ditty;<br>And so, betimes, forgot old Pan<br> Whose death had waked my pity;<br> So--so did Love undo the man<br> Who sought and pined for Pan!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was not dead! I found him there--<br> The Pan that I was after!<br>Caught in that maiden's tangling hair,<br> Drunk with her song and laughter!<br>I doubt if there be otherwhere<br> A merrier god or dafter--<br> Nay, nor a mortal kindlier than<br> Is this same dear old Pan!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside me, as my pipe I play,<br> My shepherdess is lying,<br>While here and there her lambkins stray<br> As sunny hours go flying;<br>They look like me--those lambs--they say,<br> And that I'm not denying!<br> And for that sturdy, romping clan,<br> All glory be to Pan!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pan is not dead, O sweetheart mine!<br> It is to hear his voices<br>In every note and every line<br> Wherein the heart rejoices!<br>He liveth in that sacred shrine<br> That Love's first, holiest choice is!<br> So pipe, my pipe, while still you can,<br> Sweet songs in praise of Pan!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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 And so, in sooth, I thought him;
For vainly where the streamlets led
 Through flowery meads I sought him--
Nor in his dewy pasture bed
 Nor in the grove I caught him.
 &quot;Tell me,&quot; 'twas so my clamor r..."></div>
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