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