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Meredith Starr Diary Entry Sunday, 7 August 1910
Lament for Pan.
The Heart of the World is bleeding, Bleeding with pain untold, For the light that is receding, The love so lightly sold.
Alas! the noise of thunder Has ceased to road around The bolts that used to sunder The fathomless profound.
Alas! the mighty sobbing Of passion in the glade Is now no longer throbbing In breast of man and maid.
Alas! the lute of lovers, So bold in days of old, A loneliness discovers Now love is bright and sold.
Alas! the wanton roses That rioted and crept Where love no more reposes And passions peace is wept.
Alas! the happy laughter That echoed through the vale! The joy that followed after The rending of the veil!
The pipes of Pan are pleading No more by hill and dale, And love lies torn and bleeding, And sobs without avail.
Oh, a loneliness unspoken Broods o'er the loveless land, For the pipes of Pan are broken; Our spirits are unmanned.
(Southsea)
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