Came the voice of Destiny,

Calling o’er the Ionian Sea,

‘The Great God Pan is dead, is dead.

Humbled is the horned head;

Shut the door that hath no key –

Waste the vales of Arcady.’

Shackled by the Iron Age,

Lost the woodland heritage,

Heavy goes the heart of man,

Parted from the light-foot Pan;

Wearily he wears the chain

Till the Goat-god comes again.

Half a man and half a beast,

Pan is greatest, Pan is least,

Pan is all, and all is Pan;

Look for him in every-man;

Goat-hoof swift and shaggy thigh –

Follow him to Arcady.

He shall wake the living dead –

Cloven hoof and hornèd head,

Human heart and human brain,

Pan the goat-god comes again!

Half a beast and half a man –

Pan is all, and all is Pan.

    Come, O Goat-god, come again!

            (From ‘The Rite of Pan’)