Arthur Guiterman

1871-1943 / United States

Pipes of Pan

'I love, you love, we love!'
Trilled the pipes of Pan
On the golden lea, Love,
When the world began.

Birds on every tree, Love,
Caught the mellow notes.
'I love, you love, we love!'
Pulsed their tiny throats.

'I love, you love, we love!'
Hear the echo still
By the summer sea, Love,
On the quiet hill!

So our simple glee, Love,
Ends where it began.
'I love, you love, we love!'
Trill the pipes of Pan.
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