From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure, "Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful In silence, then before thine answer given Departest, and thy tears are on my cheek. "Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? 'The gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.' "Ay me! ay me! with what another heart In days far-off, and with what other eyes I used to watch-if I be he that watchedThe lucid outline forming round thee; saw The dim curls kindle into sunny rings; Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood Glow with the glow that slowly crimson'd all Thy presence and thy portals, while I lay, Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewy-warm With kisses balmier than half-opening buds Of April, and could hear the lips that kiss'd Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet, Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing, While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. "Yet hold me not forever in thine East: Thou seëst all things, thou wilt see my grave: § 115. Memnon, the son of Aurora and Tithonus, was king of the Æthiopians. He went with warriors to assist his kindred in the Trojan War, and was received by King Priam with honor. He fought bravely, slew Antilochus, the brave son of Nestor, and held the Greeks at bay, until Achilles appeared. Before that hero he fell. Then Aurora, seeing her son's fate, directed his brothers, the Winds, to convey his body to the banks of the river Æsepus, in Mysia. In the evening, Aurora, accompanied by the House and the Pleiads, bewept her son. Night spread the heaven with clouds; all nature mourned for the offspring of the Dawn. The Æthiopians raised his tomb on the banks of the stream, in the grove of the Nymphs, and Jupiter caused the sparks and cinders of his funeral pile to be turned into birds, which, dividing into two flocks, fought over the pile till they fell into the flame. Every year at the anniversary of his death they celebrated his obsequies in like manner. Aurora remained inconsolable. The dew-drops are her tears.1 The kinship of Memnon to the Dawn is certified even after his death. On the banks of the Nile are two colossal statues, one of which is called Memnon's; and it was said that when the first rays of morning fell upon this statue, a sound like the snapping of a harp-string issued therefrom.2 "So to the sacred Sun in Memnon's fane 1 Ovid, Metam. 13: 622, etc. Homer, Od. 4: 188; 11:522. Pindar, Pyth. 6: 30. 2 Pausanias, I, 42, § 2. 3 Darwin's Botanic Garden. CHAPTER XV. MYTHS OF THE LESSER DIVINITIES OF EARTH, AND THE UNDERWORLD. § 116. Pan, and the Personification of Nature. It was a pleasing trait in the old paganism that it loved to trace in every operation of nature the agency of deity. The imagination of the Greeks peopled the regions of earth and sea with divinities, to whose agency it attributed the phenomena that our philosophy ascribes to the operation of natural law. So Pan, the god of woods and fields,1 whose name seemed to signify all, came to be considered a symbol of the universe and a personification of Nature. "Universal Pan," says Milton in his description of the creation : : "Universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Later, Pan came to be regarded as a representative of all the Greek gods, and of paganism itself. Indeed, according to an early Christian tradition, when the heavenly host announced to the shepherds the birth of Christ, a deep groan, heard through the isles of Greece, told that great Pan was dead, that the dynasty of Olympus was dethroned, and the several deities sent wandering in cold and darkness. "The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent; 1 His name is not derived from the Greek pan=all, but from the root pă = to feed, to pasture (i.e. the flocks and herds). With flower-enwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn."1 Many a poet has lamented the change. For even if the head did profit, for a time, by the revolt against the divine prerogative of nature, it is more than possible that the heart lost in due proportion. Indeed, it is only a false Christianity that fails to recognize God's presence in the birds of the air and the lilies of the field as well as in man. True Christianity is not selfish. His sorrow at this loss of imaginative sympathy among the moderns, Wordsworth expresses in the sonnet, already cited, beginning, "The world is too much with us."2 Schiller, also, by his poem, The Gods of Greece, has immortalized his sorrow for the decadence of the ancient mythology. It was this poem that provoked the well-known reply of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, contained in "The Dead Pan." Her argument may be gathered from the following stanzas: True enough from the philosophical point of view, but hardly from the poetic. Phoebus' chariot course shall not be finished so long as there is a sun, or a poet to gaze upon it. And that Pan 1 Milton, Hymn to the Nativity. 2 § 54. is not yet dead, but alive even in the practical atmosphere of our western world, the exquisite poem here appended would indicate: Just where the Treasury's marble front 1. Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations, - The quarter-chimes, serenely toll'd Even there I heard a strange wild strain The curbstone war, the auction's hammer, It led, from all this strife for millions, To ancient sweet-do-nothing days Among the kirtle-robed Sicilians. And as it still'd the multitude, And yet more joyous rose, and shriller, I saw the minstrel where he stood At ease against a Doric pillar: One hand a droning organ play'd, The other held a Pan's pipe (fashion'd Like those of old) to lips that made The reeds give out that strain impassion'd. 'Twas Pan himself had wandered here, A-strolling through the sordid city, And piping to the civic ear The prelude of some pastoral ditty! The demigod had cross'd the seas,— From haunts of shepherd, nymph, and satyr, And Syracusan times, to these Far shores and twenty centuries later. 1 Bv Edmund Clarence Stedman. |