Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PIPER, by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY Poet's Biography First Line: I've heard the pipes of pan Last Line: To follow the piperpan! Subject(s): Birds; Melodies; Music & Musicians; Singing & Singers | ||||||||
I'VE heard the pipes of Pan Somewhere, just beyond, Over the edge of dawn, I think, Where the clouds hang soft on the world's dim brink, Where the red suns rise and the blue stars sink, I heard the pipes of Pan! Hush! what you heard was the wind, The feet of the wind through the leaves, Or the sigh of the waking night as it stirred. Or a bird's note afar, Or the deep breath of June, Or the fall of a star, Or the shimmering skirts of the sea-slipping tide In the wake of the wandering moon! Nay! 'twas the pipes of Pan! Somewherejust beyond My soul awoke with a rapturous sigh (Would I wake my soul for a night bird's cry?) I heard the winds of the worlds sweep by To follow the pipes of Pan! Stay! 'twas a voice that you heard, A voice that you love, in the wood, The vibrating note of a half spoken word For the great Pan is slain, Of his pipings we know not one magical strain, They have fled down the years of a world that was young Oh, ages and ages ago! Nay, 'twas the pipes of Pan! Somewherejust beyond Far as a star, yet piercing sweet, A passionate, poignant, rhythmic beat Till my mad blood raced with my racing feet To follow the piperPan! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY A CHRISTMAS CHILD by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY |
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