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He tore out a reed
He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river.
He cut it short
He cut it short,Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
High on the shore sate the god Pan,
While turbidly flowed the river, And hacked and hewed as a great god can, With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed.
He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river.
This is the way
“This is the way,” laughed the great god Pan,
“The only way since gods began
To make sweet music they could succeed.”
High on the shore sate the great god Pan,
While turbidly flowed the river,
Piercing sweet by the river!
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Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan,
Piercing sweet by the river!
