Faun
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Title
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Here down this very way,
Here only yesterday
King Faun went leaping.
He sang, with careless shout
Hurling his name about;
He sang, with oaken stock
His steps from rock to rock
In safety keeping,
'Here Faun is free,
Here Faun is free!'
To-day against yon pine,
Forlorn yet still divine,
King Faun leant weeping.
'They drank my holy brook,
My strawberries they took,
My private path they trod.'
Loud wept the desolate God,
Scorn on scorn heaping,
'Faun, what is he,
Faun, what is he?'
Here only yesterday
King Faun went leaping.
He sang, with careless shout
Hurling his name about;
He sang, with oaken stock
His steps from rock to rock
In safety keeping,
'Here Faun is free,
Here Faun is free!'
To-day against yon pine,
Forlorn yet still divine,
King Faun leant weeping.
'They drank my holy brook,
My strawberries they took,
My private path they trod.'
Loud wept the desolate God,
Scorn on scorn heaping,
'Faun, what is he,
Faun, what is he?'
Identifier
3420.txt
Creator
Graves, Robert (1895-1985)
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Date
(1995, 1997, 1999)
Date Created
1997-01-01
Temporal Coverage
1999-12-31
Type
Poem
Publisher
The First World War Poetry Digital Archive