So undulating shadows fold before glorified Pan,
Below amongst the reeds, the cold river he swam,
Goat hoofs a-thrashing as the lilies of gold ran
Afloat like a boat, boring holes he thus began
Woe made music, thru the reed he did blow; and then
No time to waste upon this date, O the scattered bann!
Go on a-laughing did he thus goad, saying to ev'ry man,
"Know this is the way, O the only way, since gods began,
** to make sweet music, they could not succeed." And
So thus he used the reed to make a melody, which then
Old Chaos became New Order upon the riverside land.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
So undulating shadows fold before glorified Pan,
Below amongst the reeds, the cold river he swam,
Goat hoofs a-thrashing as the lilies of gold ran
Afloat like a boat, boring holes he thus began
Woe made music, thru the reed he did blow; and then
No time to waste upon this date, O the scattered bann!
Go on a-laughing did he thus goad, saying to ev'ry man,
"Know this is the way, O the only way, since gods began,
** to make sweet music, they could not succeed." And
So thus he used the reed to make a melody, which then
Old Chaos became New Order upon the riverside land.
