(How tall it stood in the river!)

Making a poet out of a man:

Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,

He cut it short, did the great god Pan,

And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly

To make sweet music, they could succeed.

Andreaｄ•９9ｃｓw.ｃom the broken lilies a-dying lay,

The sun on the hill forgot to die,

Came back to dream on the river.

He blew in power by the river.

Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!

Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,

The only way, since gods began

And hacked aread.99csw.comnd hewed as a great god can,

Down in the reeds by the river?

And the dragon-fly had fled away,

To prove it fresh from the river.

This is the way, laughed the great god Pan

Steadily from the outside ring,

Ere he brought it out of the river.

As a reed with the reed九-九-藏-書s in the river.

And notched the poor dry empty thing

Spreading ruin and scattering ban,

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!

From the deep cool bed of the river:

While turbidly flowed the river;

Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,

Till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed

(Laugh九_九_藏_書ed while he sat by the river),

High on the shore sat the great god Pan

For the reed which grows nevermore again

The limpid water turbidly ran,

In holes, as he sat by the river.

Piercing sweet by the river!

He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,

With his hard bleak steel at the pat九*九*藏*書ient reed,

Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,

With the dragon-fly on the river.

And breaking the golden lilies afloat

To laugh as he sits by the river,

The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, --

What was he doing, the great god Pan,