John Myers O'Hara

(1870-1944 / United States)

John Myers O'Hara Poems

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A Faun In Wall Street

What shape so furtive steals along the dim
   Bleak street, barren of throngs, this day of June;
   This day of rest, when all the roses swoon
In Attic vales where dryads wait for him?
What sylvan this, and what the stranger whim
   That lured him here this golden afternoon;
   Ways where the dusk has fallen oversoon
In the deep canyon, torrentless and grim?

Great Pan is far, O mad estray, and these
   Bare walls that leap to heaven and hide the skies
Are fanes men rear to ...

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