Pan and His Eternities

Pan and His Eternities By Unknown

When Pyrrha with me in high passion’s powers Hath intertwined, long visions come to me: Her rose, my rod, not hers or mine, but ours— All men’s and women’s, past and still to be; How thus Pan’s bridged the vasty gulf of Time With thornless roses and such sceptred rods In sighing joy and beatific rime Even to the first embraces of old gods; How He’s thus joined to Her, as She to Him, With the long coil of flesh whose hither scar Upon the navel runneth red and dim To one primæval birth in zons far; And how Pan thus ourselves by our own flesh Doth Man with His eternities enmesh.