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Love Songs
The Fountain

by Sara Teasdale

Oh in 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
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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