Henry Van Dyke
Pan Learns Music - Poem by Henry Van Dyke
Limber-limbed, lazy god, stretched on the rock,
Where is sweet Echo, and where is your flock?
What are you making here? 'Listen,' said Pan, -
'Out of a river-reed music for man! '
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