THREE POEMS
I
TO PAN
Πάντες δέ θεῶν χατέουσ' ἄνθρωποι.
Sacred to thee,
Wild Spirit of the uplands,
Is the unsown land of these high pastures!
Where the flocks feed in the cool breezes,
And at night
Lie close in ferny hollows
Beneath the circling stars.
II
THE WIND OF LOVE
Ἔρος δαὖτ' ἔτιναξεν ἔμοι φρένας,
ἄνεμος κατ' ὄρος δρύσιν ἐμπέσων.
Like the wind that bows the tree-tops
Is thy presence!
Branches torn, and stripped leaves
Show thy way,
But, where thou hast passed,
The heart of the deep wood
Lies open to the stars.
