REST! This little Fountain runs Thus for aye:—It never stays For the cool of summer suns, Nor the cold of winter days. Whosoe'er shall wander near, When the Syrian heat is worst, Let him hither come, nor fear Lest he may not slake his thirst: He will find this little river Running still, as bright as ever. Let him drink, and onward hie, Bearing but in thought, that I Erotas, bade the Naiad fall, And thank the great god Pan for all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT THE RIVER OF LIFE by THOMAS CAMPBELL CHRISMUS IS A-COMIN' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE YEAR'S AWAKENING by THOMAS HARDY THE BANISHED LOVER by ABD AL-RAHMAN AL-MUSTAZHIR LOVE SONG by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE TO MR. BOWRING ON HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 8. OF CONSTANCY by WILLIAM BASSE ALFARABI; THE WORLD-MAKER. A RHAPSODICAL FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |