Excerpt from Pipes of Pan, Vol. 3: Songs of the Sea Children Let the red dawn surmise A breath upon my face I was a reed in the stilly stream I was the west wind over the garden A touch of your hair, and my heart was furled In the land of kisses I think the sun when he turns at night I see the golden hunter go You old men with frosty beards It was the tranquil hour The mountain ways one summer Poppy, you shall live forever I loved you when the tide of prayer Once of a Northern midnight The forest leaves were all asleep There sighed along the garden path And then I knew the first vague bliss I knew, by that diviner sense A moon-white moth against the moon What is it to remember? She had the fluttering eyelids The land lies full, from brim to brim In the blue Opal of a winter noon Far hence in the infinite silence Of the whole year, . I think, I love At night upon the mountains Once more the woods grow crimson Once when the winds of spring came home. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.