The Pipes of Pan - DeLamarter, Eric

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◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SSAATTBB ¶ Language → English

Parts 8

Instruments Keyboard (rehearsal)

Pages 28

CPDL # 76195

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2023-10-10

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Pan the mysterious in an unknown glade sleeps unattended ’neath some runic stone. The April winds have lightly blown the snows away, the ghostly frosts are laid. Come, Love, let us seek him where the stream hath made a cowslip path of gold, or violets strewn like sapphires make the hillside worthy throne for a great god in the wood’s new shade. Earth now is young as when with mellow tone his carefree pipes bade grass and flower arise, and laughing woodnymphs from his presence ran, mayhap this lichened boulder is his stone. I take thy hand, within thy quiet eyes I look and hark, I hear the pipes of Pan.