English Poetry. Clinton Scollard. The Fountain. Клинтон Сколлард.

Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард)

The Fountain

A Triton, drowsy as the god of Sleep,
From horn uplifted pours a limpid stream
Athwart whose falling drops the sunbeams gleam
Through waving boughs that span the crystal deep.
From brooding branches bright-eyed nestlings peep,
The merry sylvan choirs are hushed in dream,
And all the voices of the mid-day seem
Within some slumbering warder's wakeless keep.

Into a shadowy, moss-rimmed pool like this,
Musing of dead delight and longed-for bliss,
The while the murmurous water lapped the shore,
Alluring nymphs, with smiles and amorous breath,
Drew the young Hylas down to meet his death
Amid the silvery reeds that noon of yore.

Clinton Scollard’s other poems:

1. The Wind and the Sea
2. The Hill of Maeve
3. The Cripple
4. Autumn by the Sea
5. Mist at Sea

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли) The Fountain (“IT was a well”)

Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) The Fountain (“OH in the deep blue night”)

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