We had run into the forest, happy, careless;

We had lost the little path and found a grove,

And or laughter filled the silence of the woodland.

Then a band of scarlet ivy leaves you wove

For my forehead, saying lightly I was Pan,

And you a modern wood-nymph. In that nook

You had danced among the leaves, e'er we ran

Across the fields near the forest to a brook.

There we stopped, and breathless we looked down

At our reflections on the water from the blue.

For an instant I thought truly it was Pan,

Will it cleared, and Pan was I, and you were you.