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Poem by 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.

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale's other poems:
  1. The Broken Field
  2. Song at Capri
  3. Love Me
  4. Four Winds
  5. Debt

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Joanna Baillie The Fountain ("IT was a well")
  • Clinton Scollard The Fountain ("A Triton, drowsy as the god of Sleep")

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