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O GOAT-FOOT God of Arcady!
This modern world is grey and old,
And what remains to us of thee?
No more the shepherd lads in glee
Throw apples at thy wattled fold,
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
If the world is old and grey, the poem asks, then how can the rustic and natural god Pan be remembered? What remains of the free-spirited and nature bound deity? Asking this question in the first part of the poem sets up the answer in the second part:  Pan as a concept at least is needed as a counterpoint to the modern world that does not seem to value or need the natural. What remains is the  need  for a natural belief to contrast with the ongoing industrialization of the world.
Pan: A Double Villanelle