Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat II. He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, And the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brought it out of the river. III. High on the shore sate the great god Pan, And hacked and hewed as a great god can IV. 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, Then notched the poor, dry, empty thing In holes as he sate by the river. V. "This is the way," laughed the great god Pan, (Laughed while he sate by the river!) "The only way since gods began To make sweet music, they could succeed." Then dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed, He blew in power by the river! VI. Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan, Piercing sweet by the river! The sun on the hill forgot to die, VII. Yet half a beast is the great god Pan The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain The musical instrument most used by the Greeks was the lyre, to which frequent allusions are made by all poets. The origin of this famous instrument is of course mythical, and is very prettily told by James Russell Lowell in the following poem: THE FINDING OF THE LYRE. There lay upon the ocean's shore A year and more, with rush and roar, The surf had rolled it over, Had played with it, and flung it by, It rested there to bleach or tan, The rains had soaked, the suns had burned it; With many a ban the fisherman Had stumbled o'er and spurned it; And there the fisher-girl would stay, How in their play the poor estray So there it lay, through wet and dry, As empty as the last new sonnet, And having mused upon it, 66 Why, here," cried he, "the thing of things, In shape, material, and dimension ! Give it but strings, and lo, it sings, A wonderful invention !" So said, so done; the cords he strained, O empty world that round us lies, Compare this poem with the following THE ORIGIN OF THE HARP. THOMAS MOORE. 'Tis believed that this Harp, which I now wake for thee, Was a Siren of old, who sung under the sea, And who often at eve, through the bright waters roved, To meet on the green shore a youth whom she loved. |