Love Songs — The Fountain

I shall stay all day in the sun Where the wide winds blow,-- But oh, I shall cry at night When none will know.

The Fountain All through 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 While on the marble rim The milk-white peacocks slept, And 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.