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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.


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