Give me pause and time for dreaming;
Send me to some quiet place
Where the winding water, gleaming,
Holds a glass before my face.
Here within the grind and clamour
I forget what I have known;
Life and love have lost their glamour,
And my heart is turned to stone.
Shrub and bird and beast are mingled
With a clumsy dream of man;
Lost the ancient art that singled
Hoof and brow of brooding Pan!
Strike the rock, release the river,
Bid it through the desert go;
Let its shallows dance and quiver,
And its flood majestic flow;
Till again the rushing rapture
Of the poet's soul is mine,
With its swift pursuit to capture
Visions that are all divine.