He cut it short, did the great god Pan,

The limpid water turbidly ran,

To prove it fresh from the river.

From the deep cool bed of the river:

This is the way, laughed the great god Pan

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

And the dragon-fly had fled away,

And the 九-九-藏-书-网lilies revived, and the dragon-fly

To make sweet music, they could succeed.

And breaking the golden lilies afloat

Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,

Making a poet out of a man:

High on the shore sat the gr99lib•neteat god Pan

(Laughed while he sat by the river),

Till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed

Steadily from the outside ring,

The only way, since gods began

Spreading ruin and scattering ban,

Yet half a beast is the great god九九藏书网 Pan,

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!

While turbidly flowed the river;

Ere he brought it out of the river.

The sun on the hill forgot to die,

For the reed which grows nevermore again

He blew in power by the river.

As a reed with the reeds in the river.

And the broken lilies a-dying lay,

In holes, as he sat by the river.

Came back to dream on the river.

With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,

He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,

And hacked and hewed as a great god can,

Piercing sweet by the river!

Down in the reeds by the river?

Then, droppinghｔtｐ://ｗｗw•99ｌｉｂ.ｎet his mouth to a hole in the reed,

What was he doing, the great god Pan,

Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!

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

With the dragon-fly on the river.

(How tall it stood in the river!)

To laugh as he sits by the river,

And notched the poor dry empty thing