VAGRANT VERSE
THE FOUNTAIN. All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart Of the satire carved in stone. . . • The fountain sang and sang While 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 thing one cannot tell, The dreaming peacocks stirred And the gleaming dewdrops fell. —Sara Teasdale, in “Rivers to the Sea.*
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Southland Times, Issue 19157, 29 January 1924, Page 6
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91VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19157, 29 January 1924, Page 6
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