Pan loved his neighbour Echo--but that child
Of Earth and Air pined for the Satyr leaping;
The Satyr loved with wasting madness wild
The bright nymph Lyda,--and so three went weeping.
As Pan loved Echo, Echo loved the Satyr,
The Satyr, Lyda; and so love consumed them.--
And thus to each--which was a woful matter--
To bear what they inflicted Justice doomed them;
For, inasmuch as each might hate the lover,
Each, loving, so was hated.--Ye that love not
Be warned-in thought turn this example over,
That when ye love, the like return ye prove not.
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Fragment Of A Sonnet. Farewell To North Devon
- Lines: That Time Is Dead For Ever, Child!
- The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts
- Queen Mab: Part Vii.
- Sister Rosa: A Ballad