The fountain shivers lightly in the rain, The laurels drip, the fading roses fall, The marble satyr plays a mournful strain That leaves the rainy fragrance musical. Oh dripping laurel, Phoebus sacred tree, Would that swift Daphne's lot might come to me, Then would I still my soul and for an hour Change to a laurel in the glancing shower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS by ROBERT AYTON ON EXPLORATION by JAMES GALVIN THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON MADRIGAL: 109 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI TACT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |