Gushing from the mouths of stone men
To spread at ease under the sky
In granite-lipped basins,
Where iris dabble their feet
And rustle to a passing wind,
The water fills the garden with its rushing,
In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns.
Damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone,
Where trickle and plash the fountains,
Marble fountains, yellowed with much water.
Splashing down moss-tarnished steps
It falls, the water;
And the air is throbbing with it.
With its gurgling and running.
With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur.
And I wished for night and you.
I wanted to see you in the swimming-pool,
White and shining in the silver-flecked water.
While the moon rode over the garden,
High in the arch of night,
And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness.
Night, and the water, and you in your whiteness, bathing!
I thought this poem was very lovely and kind and very flowing i love that you wrote this wonderful poetry and that you are my hero thanks for being such a great person and i really wish i could talk to you but you passed away and everybody has there time so thanks again:)
This is a beautiful poem. …longing to see ssomeone you’re probably just seen that very morning. Time passing too slowly until you see them again. Lovely.
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