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.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Sara Teasdale's poem The Fountain

1 Comment

  1. Advocate says:

    Fountain, fountain, what do you say
    Singing at night alone?
    “It is enough to rise and fall
    Here in my basin of stone.”

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