While the earth is singing so, for tunes we shall not
Lack."
Up scrambled I then, furry fingers helping me.
Up scrambled I. So we sat beside the cairn.
Broad into my face laughed that horned Thing so
Naughtily.
Oh, it was a rascal of a woodland Satyr's bairn!
'So blow, and so, Thou! Move thy fingers faster, look!
Move them like the little leaves and whirling midges.
So!
Soon `twill twist like tendrils and out-twinkle like
the lost brook.
Move thy fingers merrily, and blow! Blow! Blow!"
Brown One! Hoofed One! Beat time to keep me
Straight.
Kick it on the red stone, whistle in my ear.
Brush thy crimson berries in my face, then hold
Thy breath, for-wait!
Joy comes bubbling to me lips. I pipe, oh, hear!
Blue sky, art glad of us? Green wood, art glad of
us?
Old hard-heart mountain, dost thou hear me, how
I blow?
Far away the sea-isles swim in sun-haze luminous.
Each one has a color like the seven-splendor bow.
Wind, wind, wind, dost thou mind me how I pipe,
Now?
Chipmunk chatt'ring in the beech, rabbit in the
brake?
Furry arm around my neck: "Oh, Thou art a brave
one, Thou!"
Satyr, little satyr-friend, my heart with joy doth
ache !
Sky-music, earth-music, tree-music tremulous,
Water over steaming rocks, water in the shade,
Storm-tune and sun-tune, how they flock up unto us,
Sitting by the red cairn, gay and unafraid!
Brown One, Hoofed One, give me nimble hoofs,
Thou!
Give me furry fingers and a secret furry tail!
Pleasant are thy smooth horns: if their like were
on my brow
Might I not abide here, till the strong sun fail?
Oh, the sorry brown eyes! Oh, the soft kind hand-
touch,
Sudden brush of velvet ears across my wind-cool
cheek!
"Play-mate, Pipe-mate, thou askest one good boon
too much.
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