He cut it short ,did the great god Pan,
(how tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith ,like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
In holes, as he sat by the river
“This is the way ,”laughed the great god Pan
(Taughed while he sat by the river)
“The only way,since gods began
To make sweet music ,they could succed.”
Then, dropping his mouth ro a hole in the reed,
He blew in power by the river.
Sweet ,sweet ,sweet,O Pan !
Piercing sweer by the river !
Blinding sweet ,O great god Pan !
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And h=the lilies revived,and the dragon-fly
Come back to dream on the river.
Yet half a beast the great god Pan,to laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man :the true gods sigh for the cost and pain,-
For the reed which grows nevermore again ,
As a reed with the reeds in the river