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Santa Decca

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THE Gods are dead: no longer do we bring
To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves!
Demeter's child no more hath tithe of sheaves,
And in the noon the careless shepherds sing,
For Pan is dead, and all the wantoning
By secret glade and devious haunt is o'er:
Young Hylas seeks the water-springs no more;
Great Pan is dead, and Mary's Son is King.

And yet--perchance in this sea-trancèd isle,
Chewing the bitter fruit of memory,
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Dr Antony Theodore 21 July 2020
For Pan is dead, and all the wantoning By secret glade and devious haunt is o'er: Young Hylas seeks the water-springs no more; Great Pan is dead, and Mary's Son is King. a very fine poem. tony
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 01 September 2016
Chewing the bitter fruit of memory, Some God lies hidden in the asphodel. Ah Love! if such there be then it were well For us to fly his anger: Great lines. Enjoyed it.
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