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Pan
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Oscar Wilde's poem Pan explores themes of nature, mythology, and the transcendence of the human experience through the figure of the ancient Greek god Pan. As the god of the wild, shepherds, and flocks, Pan symbolizes the untamed forces of nature, and Wilde uses his image to evoke the raw, primal power of the natural world. The poem portrays Pan as a force that blurs the boundaries between civilization and wilderness, drawing readers into a world of enchantment and mysticism. Wilde’s lush, evocative language captures the beauty and terror of nature, reflecting the Romantic fascination with the sublime. Pan celebrates the awe-inspiring power of the natural world and the mysterious forces that lie beyond human understanding. Through this, Wilde invites contemplation on humanity’s relationship with nature and the divine. • O GOAT-FOOT God of Arcady! • This modern world is grey and old, • And what remains to us of thee? • No more the shepherd lads in glee • Throw apples at thy wattled fold, • O goat-foot God of Arcady! • Nor through the laurels can one see • Thy soft brown limbs, thy beard of gold, • And what remains to us of thee? • And dull and dead our Thames would be, • For here the winds are chill and cold, • O goat-foot God of Arcady! • Then keep the tomb of Helice, • Thine olive-woods, thy vine-clad wold, • And what remains to us of thee? • Though many an unsung elegy • Sleeps in the reeds our rivers hold, • O goat-foot Glod of Arcady! • Ah, what remains to us of thee? • AH, leave the hills of Arcady, • Thy satyrs and their wanton play, • This modern world hath need of thee. • No nymph or Faun indeed have we, • For Faun and nymph are old and grey, • Ah, leave the hills of Arcady! • This is the land where liberty • Lit grave-browed Milton on his way, • This modern world hath need of thee! • A land of ancient chivalry • Where gentle Sidney saw the day, • Ah, leave the hills of Arcady! • This fierce sea-lion of the sea, • This England lacks some stronger lay, • This modern world hath need of thee! • Then blow some trumpet loud and free, • And give thine oaten pipe away, • Ah, leave the hills of Arcady! • This modern world hath need of thee! • Poem written by Oscar Wilde (October 16, 1854 to November 30, 1900). • Song created using https://suno.com • Description created using https://chatgpt.com • Imagery created using https://creator.nightcafe.studio • Video Editing using https://filmora.wondershare.net • #Celtic #Music #CelticMusic #IrishMythology #Poetry #AI #ArtificialIntelligence
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