And what remains to us of thee?
And dull and dead our Thames would be,
For here the winds are chill and cold,
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
Then keep the tomb of Helice,
Thine olive-woods, thy vine-clad wold,
And what remains to us of thee?
Though many an unsung elegy
Sleeps in the reeds our rivers hold,
O goat-foot Glod of Arcady!
Ah, what remains to us of thee?
II
AH, leave the hills of Arcady,
Thy satyrs and their wanton play,
This modern world hath need of thee.
No nymph or Faun indeed have we,
Arcadia has a long and storied tradition in poetry as well as mythology. A real place in Greece, it has long been considered the perfect place: a pastoral paradise. Arcadia is rural, as opposed to cosmopolitan Athens, for example. A classic usage of Arcadia to represent a paradise is The Arcadian Shepherds, a painting which depicts a tomb and is also called Et in Arcadia Ego, which may be translated to “Even in Arcadia, there am I”. Many have interpreted this to mean that death exists even in the most perfect of places. 
 
 In this portion of the poem, the speaker exhorts Pan, the goat-footed God to leave Arcadia and come to the modern world. Pan is needed not in the mythic world or the perfect world, the poem  argues  but in modernity.
Pan: A Double Villanelle