Gushing from this living fountain, Music pours a falling strain, As the goddess of the mountain Comes with all her sparkling train. From her grotto-springs advancing, Glittering in her feathery spray, Woodland fays beside her dancing, She pursues her winding way. Gently o'er the rippling water, In her coral-shallop bright, Glides the rock-king's dove-eyed daughter, Decked in robes of virgin white. Nymphs and naiads, sweetly smiling, Urge her back with pearly hand. Merrily the sylph beguiling From the nooks of fairy land. Round the aqueducts of story, As the mists of Lethé throng, Croton's waves in all her glory Troop in melody along. Ever sparkling, bright, and single, Will this rock-ribbed stream appear, When posterity shall mingle Like the gathered waters here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR IDYLLS OF THE KING: BALIN AND BALAN by ALFRED TENNYSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: PROEM by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LINES TO A TEAPOT by JOANNA BAILLIE |