On in 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 And on the marble rim The milk-white peacocks slept, 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...THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE MY LADY'S TEARS by JOHN DOWLAND FRIENDSHIP; A SONNET by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MAN AN' MOOSE by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) OLD SARUM; LINES ON THE CONFERENCE OF THE ENGLISH CHURCH AT SALISBURY by ALICE COLBURN BEAL THE LAST MAN: BONA DE MORTUIS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES FIAMMETTA: SONNET. TO DANTE IN PARADISE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |