Renewal of Fountains

Bright universe unseen, yet seen awhile

Precious and brief as a tree bathed in light,

And in shy sudden flowers

In rain, in hasty storm.

Or where the air is moist in trancéd heat

Under the noonday sun remote and high,

We wander and are lost

In golden shadowy lanes.

Or in the hyacinth shadows of the night,

Where the black hill's immaculate warm lines

Meet with translucent blue,

And the dark waters run.

With silver-pointed stars for company,

Light-tipped, soft-shaded, deep the world. revolves.

Oh eloquent bright eyes

That pierce through shade.

All this endures, revives, and calms the heart

When the harsh day is done, the bitter wars;

And winter's icy voice

Chills sky and air.

Here, waiting for renewal, fountains play,

Sparkling, inviting, dancing, and withdrawn,

Hope withers and is green

Destroyed, restored.

Wanderer in intricate paths, bewildered soul,

When all that pleased you once shall please no more,

Rest, and desire no rest

Under the common grass,

THE FOUNTAIN

Oh filled with overflowing