<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">Pan's Flute</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">My heart's whole love in thy white hand I lay,</p><p class="line">Irrevocably as befits the deed,</p><p class="line">Undoubtingly, for surely Love decreed</p><p class="line">Complete surrender, and I must obey.</p><p class="line">Sweet Lady, do not throw the love away;</p><p class="line">There may be roses in a wrinkled seed,</p><p class="line">And Pan drew music from a broken reed</p><p class="line">Till all the world danced round to hear him play.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Imprisoned in my passion's thorny fruit</p><p class="line">A million crimson roses crumpled lie;</p><p class="line">And though my melancholy heart be mute,</p><p class="line">Touch it and lyric voices will reply.</p><p class="line">Make of the hollow reed a magic lute,</p><p class="line">To tremble with thy breath, and sing, and sigh.</p></div></body></html> · Great War