REST! This little Fountain runs Thus for aye:—It never stays For the cool of summer suns, Nor the cold of winter days. Whosoe'er shall wander near, When the Syrian heat is worst, Let him hither come, nor fear Lest he may not slake his thirst: He will find this little river Running still, as bright as ever. Let him drink, and onward hie, Bearing but in thought, that I Erotas, bade the Naiad fall, And thank the great god Pan for all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1885 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 17. ON A SERMON AGAINST GLORY by MARK AKENSIDE THE BABES IN THE WOOD; OR, THE NORFOLK TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM WHY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE? by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY |