I had glimpse once of his face,—
Moment sweet to think upon!—
I his celebrant will be.
Blood of Pan is in his veins,
And oft he goes in great Pan’s guise;
But not of Pan is all his mood,
Godlike-careless, dreamy-wise:
Conscious he of mortal pains!
He hath shadows in his eyes
Such as under hemlocks brood;