- Published on Friday, 01 March 2013 18:43
- Written by Maggi Kaye
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Pan dreamed of a sweet wild music
That was born of the dancing waves
And winds that sigh in the forests
O’er lonely wild bird graves:
And the dream was borne on a moonbeam
To be kissed by a silver star,
And it gathered a smile from a rainbow
Ere it slid from its moonbeam car.
A fairy was sprinkling dew-drops
In a forest glade near by
And she gave it the chime of a bluebell
And an elfin lullaby;
And a tear from the heart of a woman
Whose lover was foully slain:
And a whaup winged by and heard it,
But it brake her heart in twain.
In anguish she sought the moorlands
To hide from the world of men
And there she grieves with a longing
That is deeper than human ken.