Pan, the Dear Son of Hermes, With His Goat's Feet and Two Horns

Pan, the shepherd god, long haired unkempt, has every snowy crest and mountain peaks for his domain. He wears a spotted lynx pelt, and he delights in high pitched songs in a soft meadow where crocuses and sweet smelling hyacinths bloom at random in the grass. The clear voiced nymphs move with nimble feet, singing by some spring of dark water, while echo wails about the mountain top. And the god, on this side or on that of the choir, plies it nimbly with his feet. On his back. To pan muse, tell me about pan, the dear son of hermes, with