Share via Share via... Twitter Facebook Pinterest WhatsAppRecent ChangesSend via e-MailPrintPermalink × Pan PAN. By Vincent Starrett. In a dim grotto of the wood, they said, Great Pan lies dead; And then they flew Laughing across the sand, but paused anew, Clad in white chastity, upon the brink — Shy fawns at drink, Half-frightened by The murmuring treetops and the water’s sigh — Viewing the wood with half-alarmed grimace For a strange face. The goat-eared Pan, They said in bravado, is not a man But a dead god; an antique legend sung To charm the young. And then the sea Robed them in living jewels lavishly; Clasped his wet arms about them — ah, so slim! — Drew them to him. Beware, old sea! Dost thou not fear Pan’s maddened jealousy? Dost thou think, too, that Pan is dead and cold, Deep in the gold Dead leaves of fall, Leaving all this to thee as seneschal? Long since thou heard the cloven hoof resound Upon the ground; Since thy pale glass Gave back his image. Ah, the years may pass But Pan lives yet, for love is more than death. Hear’st thou a breath Hot in the wood, Where in thy youth the shaggy lover stood? Then — not too far, thou graybeard charlatan, For I am Pan! Previous | Issue 11 | Next Thelema If you have found this material useful or enlightening, you may also be interested in Thelema Liber Legis, The Book of the Law Ordo Templi Orientis A∴A∴ Trademark Ordo Templi Orientis, O.T.O., and the O.T.O. Lamen design are registered trademarks of Ordo Templi Orientis. Copyright All copyrights on Aleister Crowley material are held by Ordo Templi Orientis. This site is not an official O.T.O. website, and is neither sponsored by nor controlled by Ordo Templi Orientis. The text of this Aleister Crowley material is made available here only for personal and non-commercial use. This material is provided here in a convenient searchable form as a study resource for those seekers looking for it in their research. For any commercial use, please contact Ordo Templi Orientis. Last modified: 2018/09/09 15:41by John Bell