The fountain murmuring of sleep, <br />A drowsy tune; <br />The flickering green of leaves that keep <br />The light of June; <br />Peace, through a slumbering afternoon, <br />The peace of June. <br /> <br />A waiting ghost, in the blue sky, <br />The white curved moon; <br />June, hushed and breathless, waits, and I <br />Wait too, with June; <br />Come, through the lingering afternoon, <br />Soon, love, come soon.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-fountain-court/
