With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, “Run in this way!” 15
From the red stone of the quarry
With his hand he broke a fragment,
Moulded it into a pipe-head,
Shaped and fashioned it with figures;
From the margin of the river 20
Took a long reed for a pipe-stem,
With its dark green leaves upon it!