What was he doing, the great god Pan, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, Ere he brought it out of the river. High on the shore sat the great god Pan, 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, (Laughed while he sat by the river) "The only way since gods began Whether at Naishapur or Babylon, 30 36 |