ALL night a fountain pleads, Telling her beads, Her tinkling beads monotonous 'neath the moon; And where she springs atween, Two statues lean— Two Kings, their marble beards with moonlight strewn. Till hate had frozen speech, Each hated each, Hated and died, and went unto his place: And still inveterate They lean and hate With glare of stone implacable, face to face. She, who bade set them here In stone austere, To both was dear, and did not guess at all: Yet with her new-wed lord Walking the sward Paused, and for two dead friends a tear let fall: So turn'd and went her way. Yet in the spray The shining tear attempts, but cannot lie. Night-long the fountain drips, But ever slips Untold that one bead of her rosary:— While they, who know it would Lie if it could, Lean on and hate, watching it, eye to eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLACE OF PEACE by EDWIN MARKHAM ELEGY ON MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by WILLIAM BASSE THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 1. CANTO 2. PRELUDE: LOVE AT LARGE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE ELF CHILD by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS MUSIC TO ME by ADELE SHAW BOONE HYMN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF HARTFORD AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD EPIGRAM ON MISS DAVIES; LINES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW AT MOFFAT INN by ROBERT BURNS |