All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart Of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang, But the satyr never stirred -- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard. The fountain sang and sang While on the marble rim The milk-white peacocks slept, And their dreams were strange and dim. Bright dew was on the grass, And on the ilex, dew, The dreamy milk-white birds Were all a-glisten, too. The fountain sang and sang The things one cannot tell; The dreaming peacocks stirred And the gleaming dew-drops fell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING IN ENGLAND by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 9 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IMAGES: 2 by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE WARM CRADLE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT |