The song that answered and said
Nay?


PAN

Whose
But mine, in the midnight hidden,
Clothed round with the strength of night
And mysteries of things forbidden
For all but the one most bright
Muse?


THALASSIUS

Hers
Or thine, O Pan, was the token
That gave back empire to thee
When power in thy hands lay broken
As reeds that quake if a bee
Stirs?


PAN

Whom
Have I in my wide woods need of?
Urania's limitless eyes
Behold not mine end, though they read of