From the cold fountain's sunlit lip A shining film of water spreads, It is shot with sun, it is blue and gold . . . It scatters jewels to wet the grass, And children watch it with lifted heads, And the young girls pause there as they pass . . . A sparrow sits at the edge, and flings The vanishing jewels with his wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM FLEMING HELPHENSTINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MAKING THE BED by KAREN SWENSON AFFIRMATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |