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Sara Teasdale - The Fountain

Oh in the deep blue night
The fountain sang alone;
It sang to the drowsy heart
Of a 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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Poet: Sara Teasdale
Poem: The Fountain
Volume: Love Songs
Year: Published/Written in 1917

Comment 4 of 4, added on April 23rd, 2013 at 2:51 PM.

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unarkatry from Liberia
Comment 3 of 4, added on July 12th, 2012 at 6:47 AM.
the fountain poem analysed


Fountain, fountain, what do you say
Singing at night alone?
"It is enough to rise and fall
Here in my basin of stone." i want the poem analsed

gajula kamlesh from India
Comment 2 of 4, added on April 15th, 2009 at 2:23 PM.

Foutain, Foutain what must you say
All alone night and day
I watch you gleam with your head held high
Foutain Foutain, why oh why ?

joey cokfield from United States

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