Hymn To Pan
Listen now, Great Pan he calls usFrom the green wood in his grove'neath the waxing moon above usHear his clear flute sweet and lowHear his clear flute sweet and low
Follow in the dance he's leadingCircle 'round the fire's glowCome and drink the wine he pours usFrom the tangled vines that growFrom the tangled vines that growFrom the tangled vines that grow
Listen now and I shall followListen now and I may follow
Listen now and I will follow
Out of the mid-wood's twilightInto the meadow's dawnIvory limbed and brown eyedFlashes the Faun
He skips through the copses singingAnd his shadow dances alongAnd I know not which I should followShadow or Song
O Hunter, snare me his shadowO Nightingale, catch me his strainElse moonstruck with music and madnessI track him in vain