Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
A Note from the Pipes
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Your fern, your pool, your dream, your tree!
“A pretty melody!” called I,
“Hail, Pan!” And sought to pass you by.
To your sure lips’ accompanying!
Who taught me freedom, wisdom, mirth,
Immortalized my body’s worth,—
I’ll come—I’ll be your bird, your star,
Your wood, your nymph, your kiss, your rhyme,
And all your godlike summer-time!