Through the Rushes by the River

Through the rushes by the river

⁠Runs a drowsy tremor sweet,

And the waters stir and shiver

⁠In the darkness at their feet;

From the sombre east up-stealing,

Gradual, with slow revealing,

Comes the dawn, and with a sigh

⁠⁠Night goes by.

Here and there, to mildest wooing,

⁠Folded buds are open-blown;

And the drops their leaves bedewing,

⁠Like to seed-pearls thickly sown,

Sinking, with the blessing olden,

Deep into each calyx golden,

A supreme behest obey,

⁠⁠Then melt away.

And while robes of splendor trailing,

⁠Fitly deck the glowing morn,

​And a fragrance, fresh exhaling,

⁠Greets her loveliness new-born,

Midst divine melodic voicings,

Midst delicious mute rejoicings,

Strong as when the worlds began,

⁠⁠Awakens Pan!