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Pan (Author: Oscar Wilde)
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DOUBLE VILLANELLE
I
- O GOAT-FOOT God of Arcady!
This modern world is grey and old,
And what remains to us of thee?
- No more the shepherd lads in glee
Throw apples at thy wattled fold,
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
- Nor through the laurels can one see
Thy soft brown limbs, thy beard of gold,
And what remains to us of thee?
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- And dull and dead our Thames would be,
For here the winds are chill and cold,
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
- Then keep the tomb of Helice,
Thine olive-woods, thy vine-clad wold,
And what remains to us of thee?
- Though many an unsung elegy
Sleeps in the reeds our rivers hold,
O goat-foot Glod of Arcady!
Ah, what remains to us of thee?
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II
- AH, leave the hills of Arcady,
Thy satyrs and their wanton play,
This modern world hath need of thee.
- No nymph or Faun indeed have we,
For Faun and nymph are old and grey,
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!
- This is the land where liberty
Lit grave-browed Milton on his way,
This modern world hath need of thee!
- A land of ancient chivalry
Where gentle Sidney saw the day,
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!
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- This fierce sea-lion of the sea,
This England lacks some stronger lay,
This modern world hath need of thee!
- Then blow some trumpet loud and free,
And give thine oaten pipe away,
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!
This modern world hath need of thee!