Oh in the deep blue night
     The fountain sang alone;
It sang to the drowsy heart
     Of a satyr carved in stone.

The fountain sang and sang
     But the satyr never stirred--
Only the great white moon
     In the empty heaven heard.

The fountain sang and sang
     And on the marble rim
The milk-white peacocks slept,
     Their dreams were strange and dim.

Bright dew was on the grass,
     And on the ilex dew,
The dreamy milk-white birds
     Were all a-glisten too.

The fountain sang and sang
     The things one cannot tell,
The dreaming peacocks stirred
     And the gleaming dew-drops fell.