"Earth outgrows the mythic fancies
Sung beside her in her youth;
And those debonaire romances
Sound but dull beside the truth.
Phoebus' chariot course is run!
Look up, poets, to the sun!
alt.mythology, alt.mythology is dead."
With a tip o' the petasos to Bulfinch and Mrs. E. Barrett Browning
And here I thought it was only Pan...