Don't say, don't say there is no water to solace the dryness at our hearts. I have seen the fountain springing out of the rock wall and you drinking there. And I too before your eyes found footholds and climbed to drink the cool water. The woman of that place, shading her eyes, frowned as she watched - but not because she grudged the water, only because she was waiting to see we drank our fill and were refreshed. Don't say, don't say there is no water. That fountain is there among the scalloped green and gray stones, it is still there and always there with its quiet song and strange power to spring in us, up and out through the rock | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER OF FINAE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE HOLLY TREE by ROBERT SOUTHEY ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 17. ON A SERMON AGAINST GLORY by MARK AKENSIDE SONNET: EUTERPE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GENTLER JOYS by RUTH FOSS BREWER EUTHANASIA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |