WITH pipe and flute the rustic Pan 
Of old made music sweet for man; 
 And wonder hushed the warbling bird, 
 And closer drew the calm-eyed herd,? 
The rolling river slowlier ran. 
 
Ah! would,?ah! would, a little span, 
Some air of Arcady could fan 
 This age of ours, too seldom stirred 
 With pipe and flute! 
 
But now for gold we plot and plan; 
And, from Beersheba unto Dan, 
 Apollo?s self might pass unheard, 
 Or find the night-jar?s note preferred;? 
Not so it fared, when time began, 
 With pipe and flute!