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THE FOUNTAIN (2), by             Poet's Biography
First Line: On in the deep blue night
Last Line: And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs.
Subject(s): Fountains


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.






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