L OVE'S great Goddess, ocean-born,
Spake to Pan, the Wood-God wise.
In her hair was all the Morn;
All the Sea was in her eyes.

“Mighty Melodist, let us twain
Earth's dominion 'twixt us part—
Thou on her cool breast to reign,
I within her burning heart.”

So her secret court she holds,
Deep and strange 'neath glamorous Hill—
He, in vales and woods and wolds,
Piping his wild music still.