Fountain-Talk
Said the fountain to its clear bed,
“You might flow faster!
I am sprinkling my best, every day,
But ice is holding you fast.
Can’t you get out?
Can’t you lift yourself with sun?
I am tired waiting for slow cold water
To fling about the air:
Can’t you wake yourself up?”
But the fountain-basin murmured softly
“Sleep... sleep...
Sleep... sleep...
You with your talking and talking!
Hush... hush...
I hear the bird-sandman!”