The fountain shivers lightly in the rain, The laurels drip, the fading roses fall, The marble satyr plays a mournful strain That leaves the rainy fragrance musical. Oh dripping laurel, Phoebus sacred tree, Would that swift Daphne's lot might come to me, Then would I still my soul and for an hour Change to a laurel in the glancing shower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NOCTURNAL REVERIE by ANNE FINCH ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN PROUD MAISIE, FR. THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN by WALTER SCOTT FOREIGN LANDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BEAUTY OF NATURE by HENRY ALFORD GHOST-BEREFT; A SCENE FROM BOGLAND IN WAR-TIME by JANE BARLOW |