Me goatfoot Pan of Arcady the Median fear, The Athenian's friend, Miltiades placed here.
I hied me off to Arcady—The month it was the month of May,And all along the pleasant way,The morning birds were mad with glee,And all the flowers sprang up to see,As I went on to Arcady.louise chandler moulton
What, know you not, old man (quoth he) Your hair is white, your face is wise That Love must kiss that Mortal's eyes Who hopes to see fair Arcady? No gold can buy you entrance there; But beggared Love may go all bare No wisdom won with weariness; But love goes in with Folly's dress No fame that wit could ever win; But only Love may lead Love in. To Arcady, to Arcady.
In Arcady there lies a crystal spring Ring'd all about with green melodious reeds Swaying seal'd music up and down the wind. Here on its time-defaced pedestal The image of a half-forgotten God Crumbles to its complete oblivion.