A Book of Myths, by Jean Lang - Umnet

golden heart, that trembles in the wind as once the white hands of a
grief-stricken goddess shook for sorrow.
"The flower of Death" is the name that the Chinese give to the
wind-flower--the wood-anemone. Yet surely the flower that was born
of tears and of blood tells us of a life that is beyond the grave--of a love
which is unending.
The cruel tusk of a rough, remorseless winter still yearly slays the
"lovely Adonis" and drives him down to the Shades. Yet we know that
Spring, with its Sursum Corda, will return as long as the earth shall
endure; even as the sun must rise each day so long as time shall last, to
make
"Le ciel tout en fleur semble une immense rose Qu'un Adonis céleste a
teinte de son sang."
De Heredia.
FOOTNOTE:
[6] Aphrodite.
PAN
"What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs
of a goat, And breaking the golden lilies afloat With the dragon-fly on
the river.
He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, From the deep cool bed of the
river: The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brought it out of the river.
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'This is the way,' laughed the great god Pan (Laughed while he sat by