SHEPHERD, or huntsman, or worn mariner, Whate'er thou art, who wouldst allay thy thirst, Drink and be glad. This cistern of white stone, Arched, and o'erwrought with many a sacred verse, This iron cup chained for the general use, And these rude seats of earth within the grove, Were given by Fatima. Borne hence a bride, 'T was here she turned from her beloved sire, To see his face no more. O, if thou canst ('T is not far off), visit his tomb with flowers; And with a drop of this sweet water fill The two small cells scooped in the marble there, That birds may come and drink upon his grave, Making it holy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY WHEN THE FOLKS COME ALONG by FREDERICK L. ALLEN SPRING SONG by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT QUATORZAINS: 4. TO SOUND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 135 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PREMATURE REJOICING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THINGS OF CLAY by GAMALIEL BRADFORD FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. SPIES ALTERA; TO THE FUTURE MANX POET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |