BY THE FOUNTAIN
Come down, dear, to the fountain's pool with me,
And help me guess how long since last it tinkled
And trickled out thin streams of minstrelsy—
How long since last the grass with pearls it sprinkled.
It was yet young the day it fell asleep,
For time has left its glassy face unwrinkled.
Ah, could we where the shadows lie most deep
Peering discern the dear forgotten faces