Pan, Pan, Oh Mighty Hunter! Whether Now, Thou Roamest O'Er Lyceus' Shaggy Brow, Or Moenalaus, Outstretched In Amplest Shade, Thy Solitary Footsteps Have Delayed; Leave Helice'S Romantic Rock A While, And Haste, Oh Haste, To The Sicilian Isle; Leave The Dread Monument, Approached With Fear, That Lycaonian Tomb The Gods Revere. Here Cease, Sicilian Muse, The Doric Lay; Come, Forest King, And Bear This Pipe Away; Daphnis, Subdued By Love, And Bowed With Woe, Sinks, Sinks For Ever To The Shades Below.