Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 129, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 June 1919 — THE DANCING FAUN [ARTICLE]

THE DANCING FAUN

Thou dancer of two thousand years, Thou dancer of today, What silent music fills thy ears, What Bacchic lay. That thou dost dance the centuries Down their forgotten way? What mystic strain of pagan mirth Has charmed eternally Thpse lithe, strong limbs, that spurn the earth? What melody, Unheard of men, has Father Pan Left lingering with thee? Ah! where is now the wanton throng That round thee used to meet? On dead lips died the drinking-song. But wild and sweet What silent music urged thee on, To its unuttered beat, That when at last Time’s weary will Brought thee again in sight, , Thou cam’st forth dancing, dancing still. Into the Ugbt. Unwearied from the murk and dusk ! Of centuries of night? Alas for thee!—Alas again. The early faith is gone! , The gods are no more seen of men. All, all are gone— The shaggy forests no more shield The Satyr and the Faun. On Attic slopes the bee still hump, On many an Elian hill The wild-grape swells, but never comes The distant trill L -- Of-reedy flutes; for Pan is dead. Broken his pipes and still. And yet within thy listening ears The measures ring— Those limbs that have outdanced the years Yet tireless spring; How canst thou dream Pan dead when still Thou seem’st to hear him sing? —Robert Cameron Rogers.