Poems (Lambert)/Silvery Fountain
SILVERY FOUNTAIN.
SILVERY Fountain! soft and clearFalls thy murmuring on mine ear;And thy flowing ever bringsThe memory that round me clings Of long ago.
Resting on thy brink so oft,Mingling with thy music soft,I have heard words, sad and sweet,Words no mortal can repeat In days of yore.
When thy shining streamlet fell,Ere it reached the crystal shell My head would catch the glittering gleam,And diamonds with my gold would beam Like stars on night.
In waking dreams, with half-closed eyes,I've seen fair forms from thee arise,And wondered were they beings of earth,With fairy forms, yet mortal birth, Or rays of light.
I felt that angel ones were near,And hoping, knowing, they would hear—My heart's thoughts to my lips would rise,And prayers be wafted to the skies, On wings of love.
Ah, speak again! No unknown tongueWas thine to me, when I was young;Fain would I linger near thy sideAnd die, that those I love might guide My soul above.