In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square spouts up of water a white tree that dies and lives as the rocking water in the basin turns from the stonerim back upon the jet and rising there reflectively drops down again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONG OF MARION'S MEN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MOTHER O' MINE by RUDYARD KIPLING SONG OF MYSELF by WALT WHITMAN THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH by WALT WHITMAN |