The Dead Pan

Wailing winds that make our wonders
     Wing the everlasting goal;
Sighs like white mellifluous thunders
Waft my heart beyond the pole,
     And my tongues’ reticence maunders:
                         Pan, Pan is dead!

Oh that ever brain should borrow
     Grief’s immaculate despair
Ere our resonant Tomorrow
     Fild with harm the lambent air
Yearning with the innocuous Horror
                         Now Pan is dead!

Pale Bellona waves the nimbus
     Of electro’s Phython locks
Starred Hyperion shake Olympus
     Down her quintessential socks!
Terror scales Poseidon’s Grampus
                         Now Pan is dead!

Kingly Zeus with regnant lightning
     Veils the wild cadeus,
Through abysmal spaces whitening
     Wailing Hermes wanton thus
“Lo Pean!” deeping, heightening—
                         Pan, Pan is dead!

Nomus howls to moaning Bacchus
     “Evoke! Oh Evoke!”
Et Nox (vomica) com fracas
     Yells her rhythmic agony!
Juno sobs to Telemachus
                         Pan Pan is dead!

Clings to Niobe, Adonis,
     Ai Adonis! cold as stone!
Pallas throwned where Acharon’s
     Mounts her aegis with a moan,
Eros’ wild circyclus [?] tone is 
                         Pan Pan is dead!
                         
Chaos, Ceres, Terra,Tethys,
     Titans, Tritons, Pleiades.
Red Aurora, — how their breath is
     Curdled on the gyrate seas!
All Uranus, Nemo saith, is
                         With Pan dead.

Phoebys burls an Aphoride
     Pallid Mar’s Nepenthe casques
Till the sobs of blue-eyed Clytae
     Burst Pandora’s Iron Mask
Hesphiaros! Lignumvitae
                         Pan, Pan is dead!
                                        Exuent Omnes!