The Hidden Valley

I stray with Ariel and Caliban:I know the hill of windy pines—I knowWhere the jay's nest swings in the wild gorge below:Lightly I climb where fallen cedars spanBright rivers—climb to a valley under ban,Where west winds set a thousand bells ablow—An eerie valley where in the morning glowI hear the music of the pipes of Pan.

Mysterious horns blow by on the still air—A satyr steps—a wood-god's dewy notesCome faintly from a vale of tossing oats—But, ho! what white thing in the canyon crossed?Gods! I shall come on Dian unaware,Look on her fearful beauty and be lost.