Mythology & Folklore
To Pan
From Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1889)
All ye woods, and trees, and bowers,
All ye virtues and ye powers
That inhabit in the lakes,
In the pleasant springs or brakes,
Move your feet
To our sound,
Whilst we greet
All this ground
With his honour and his name
That defends our flocks from blame.
He is great, and he is just,
He is ever good, and must
Thus be honoured. Daffadillies,
Roses, pinks, and loved lilies,
Let us fling,
Whilst we sing,
Ever holy,
Ever holy,
Ever honoured, ever young!
Thus great Pan is ever sung.
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MLA
Fletcher, John. “To Pan.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/fletcher_j/16/.
Chicago
Fletcher, John. “To Pan.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/fletcher_j/16/.
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