Pan

I heard the Pipes O’ Pan today
When morn was breaking clear,
The sun had pierced the dawning clouds,
And joy was in the air.
I heard a footstep in the grass,
And there between the trees
I caught a lilting drift of song
Upon the morning breeze.
I knew that Pan had come to bring
A foreword of the coming spring.

– May 22, 1930

This entry was posted in On Destiny, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *