SAID the fountain to its clear bed, "You might flow faster! I am sprinkling my best, every day, But ice is holding you fast. Can't you get out? Can't you lift yourself with sun? I am tired waiting for slow cold water To fling about the air: Can't you wake yourself up?" But the fountain-basin murmured softly "Sleep . . . sleep . . . Sleep . . . sleep . . . You with your talking and talking! Hush . . . hush . . . I hear the bird-sandman!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARELESS CONTENT by JOHN BYROM THE POET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LAY OF THE TRILOBITE by MAY EMMA GOLDWORTH KENDALL THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI UNDERSTANDING by NIXON WATERMAN THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |