Pan, blow your pipes and I will be Your fern, your pool, your dream, your tree! I heard you play, caught your swift eye, "A pretty melody!" called I, "Hail, Pan!" And sought to pass you by. Now blow your pipes and I will sing To your sure lips' accompanying! Wild God, who lifted me from earth, Who taught me freedom, wisdom, mirth, Immortalized my body's worth, -- Blow, blow your pipes! And from afar I'll come -- I'll be your bird, your star, Your wood, your nymph, your kiss, your rhyme, And all your godlike summer-time! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 2 by HILDA DOOLITTLE IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH OF A FAIR LADY PLAYING WITH A SNAKE by EDMUND WALLER |