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First Line: The fountain's low singing is heard in the wind
Last Line: Where sweep those dark branches of shadowy green!
Alternate Author Name(s): L. E. L.; Maclean, Letitia
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening


THE fountain's low singing is heard in the wind,
Like a melody bringing sweet fancies to mind;
Away in the distance is heard the far sound
From the streets of the city that compass it round.
Like the echo of mountains, or ocean's deep call:
Yet that fountain's low singing is heard over all.

The turf and the terrace slope down to the tide
Of the Thames, that sweeps onwards a world at its side;
And dark the horizon with mast and with sail
Of the thousand tall ships that have weather'd the gale:
While beyond the arched bridge the old abbey appears,
Where England has garnered -- the glories of years.

There are lights in the casement -- how weary the ray
That asks from the night time the toils of the day!
I fancy I see the brow bent o'er the page,
Whose youth wears the paleness and wrinkles of age:
What struggles, what hopes, what despair may have been,
Where sweep those dark branches of shadowy green!





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