PARTIV
I saw the Piper hanging on a tree,Leaf-crownedAnd crucified.“Pan! Pan!” I cried.The awful eye, still roving, fell on me,Then sought along the ground.I foundThe pipes still lying near,Held them like hyssop to the straining lips—And oh, the sound, the sound,Forever in my ear,And in my sideThe last note like a spear!
I saw the Piper hanging on a tree,Leaf-crownedAnd crucified.“Pan! Pan!” I cried.The awful eye, still roving, fell on me,Then sought along the ground.I foundThe pipes still lying near,Held them like hyssop to the straining lips—And oh, the sound, the sound,Forever in my ear,And in my sideThe last note like a spear!
I saw the Piper hanging on a tree,Leaf-crownedAnd crucified.“Pan! Pan!” I cried.
I saw the Piper hanging on a tree,
Leaf-crowned
And crucified.
“Pan! Pan!” I cried.
The awful eye, still roving, fell on me,Then sought along the ground.
The awful eye, still roving, fell on me,
Then sought along the ground.
I foundThe pipes still lying near,Held them like hyssop to the straining lips—
I found
The pipes still lying near,
Held them like hyssop to the straining lips—
And oh, the sound, the sound,Forever in my ear,And in my sideThe last note like a spear!
And oh, the sound, the sound,
Forever in my ear,
And in my side
The last note like a spear!