After the Second Coming of Pan.

The children stayed among the trees

It did not matter how the parents cried

It mattered not that they were on their knees.

No urban God heard their impassioned pleas.

Each child was made a shadow, barely spied.

The children stayed among the trees

A leaf among the leaves, as daylight flees

A shadow among shadows as they glide

It mattered not that they were on their knees.

For from the forest deeps no spirit flees

For they are home to souls that never hide.

The children stayed among the trees

Outside the trees, in towns, the piper's fees

Were gathered hastily, where men had lied.

It mattered not that they were on their knees.

The piper now had passed where no man sees

For Pan may once be called but ne'er abide.

The children stayed among the trees

It mattered not that they were on their knees.