Ode to Pan

LAST MODIFIED: October 25, 2011   SUBMITTED BY: Atlea
FEATURED IN: Hopefuls Pics, AtleaPHOTOGRAPHER: Dwam

ATLEA SAYS: “I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the daedal Earth, And of Heaven, and the giant wars, And Love, and Death, and Birth— And then I chang'd my pipings, Singing how down the vale of Maenalus I pursu'd a maiden and clasp'd a reed. Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed. All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings. Hymn of Pan by Percy Bysshe Shelley”