Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, Ay me! ay me! with what another heart Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood Yet hold me not forever in thine East: 128. Memnon, the son of Aurora and Tithonus, was king of the Ethiopians. He went with warriors to assist his kindred in the Trojan War, and was received by King Priam with honor. He fought bravely, slew Antilochus, the brave son of Nestor, and held the Greeks at bay until Achilles appeared. Before that hero he fell. Then Aurora, seeing her son's fate, directed his brothers, the Winds, to convey his body to the banks of the river sepus in Mysia. In the evening Aurora, accompanied by the Hours and the Pleiads, bewept her son. Night spread the heaven with clouds ; all nature mourned for the offspring of the Dawn. The Æthiopians raised his tomb on the banks of the stream in the grove of the Nymphs, and Jupiter caused the sparks and cinders of his funeral pile to be turned into birds, which, dividing into two flocks, fought over the pile till they fell into the flame. Every year at the anniversary of his death they celebrated his obsequies in like manner. Aurora remained inconsolable. The dewdrops are her tears.1 The kinship of Memnon to the Dawn is certified even after his death. On the banks of the Nile are two colossal statues, one of which is called Memnon's; and it was said that when the first rays of morning fell upon this statue, a sound like the snapping of a harpstring issued therefrom.2 So to the sacred Sun in Memnon's fane 1 Ovid, Metam. 13, 622, etc. Odyssey, 4, 188; 11, 522. Pindar, Pyth. 6, 30. 8 Darwin, Botanic Garden. CHAPTER XII MYTHS OF THE LESSER DIVINITIES OF EARTH, ETC. 129. Pan, and the Personification of Nature. It was a pleasing trait in the old paganism that it loved to trace in every operation of nature the agency of deity. The imagination of the Greeks peopled the regions of earth and sea with divinities, to whose agency it attributed the phenomena that our philosophy ascribes to the operation of natural law. So Pan, the god of woods and fields,1 whose name seemed to signify all, came to be considered a symbol of the universe and a personification of Nature. "Universal Pan," says Milton in his description of the creation : Universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring. Later, Pan came to be regarded as a representative of all the Greek gods and of paganism itself. Indeed, according to an early Christian tradition, when the heavenly host announced to the shepherds the birth of Christ, a deep groan, heard through the isles of Greece, told that great Pan was dead, that the dynasty of Olympus was dethroned, and the several deities sent wandering in cold and darkness. The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.2 1 His name is not derived from the Greek pan, all, but from the root pă, to feed, to pasture (i.e. the flocks and herds). 2 Milton, Hymn on the Nativity. Many a poet has lamented the change. For even if the head did profit for a time by the revolt against the divine prerogative of nature, it is more than possible that the heart lost in due proportion. His sorrow at this loss of imaginative sympathy among the moderns Wordsworth expresses in the sonnet, already cited, beginning "The world is too much with us." Schiller, also, by his poem, The Gods of Greece, has immortalized his sorrow for the decadence of the ancient mythology. Lovely world, where art thou? Turn, oh, turn thee, Fairest blossom-tide of Nature's spring! Only in the poet's realm of wonder Liv'st thou, still, a fable vanishing. Reft of life the meadows lie deserted; Ne'er a godhead can my fancy see: Lingered yet the ghost with me!1 It was the poem from which these stanzas are taken that provoked the well-known reply of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1 Translated by C. M. Gayley. contained in The Dead Pan. Her argument may be gathered from the following stanzas: By your beauty which confesses And Pan is dead. Earth outgrows the mythic fancies Pan, Pan is dead. 130. Stedman's Pan in Wall Street.1 That Pan, however, is not yet dead but alive even in the practical atmosphere of our western world, the poem here appended, written by one of our recently deceased American poets, would indicate. Just where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; To throng for trade and last quotations; Even there I heard a strange, wild strain Sound high above the modern clamor, Above the cries of greed and gain, The curbstone war, the auction's hammer; And swift, on Music's misty ways, It led, from all this strife for millions, To ancient, sweet-do-nothing days 1 By Edmund Clarence Stedman. |