Invisible Pan

I sought for Pan all through the wood,

     But could not find him anywhere;

Then in the brook I heard him laugh,

     And so I lingered idly there.

“Dear Pan,” I cried, “I will not go

     Until your haunting face I see!”

The skies grew dark, a raindrop fell,

     And then I knew Pan wept for me.

Sept. 1, ‘97

Pub. in The

Camb. Chronicle,

Oct. 29, ‘97