Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Echoes from Theocritus: III. The Flute of DaphnisEdward Cracroft Lefroy (18551891)
I
He nail’d his tribute to the great god Pan,
What time he grew from boyhood, shapely, tall,
And felt the first deep ardours of a man.
Through adult veins more swift the song-tide ran,—
A vernal stream whose swollen torrents call
For instant ease in utterance. Then began
That course of triumph reverenced by all.
Blessed with the flower of beauty, and endow’d
His soul of music with the strength of ten.
Now on a festal day I see the crowd
Look fondly at my resting-place, and when
I think whose lips have press’d me, I am proud.