The Hidden Valley

I stray with Ariel and Caliban:
I know the hill of windy pines--I know
Where the jay’s nest swings in the wild gorge below:
Lightly I climb where fallen cedars span
Bright rivers--climb to a valley under ban,
Where west winds set a thousand bells ablow--
An eerie valley where in the morning glow
I hear the music of the pipes of Pan.

Mysterious horns blow by on the still air--
A satyr steps--a wood-god’s dewy notes
Come faintly from a vale of tossing oats.--
But ho! what white thing in the canyon crossed?
Gods! I shall come on Dian unaware,
Look on her fearful beauty and be lost.