Gushing from the mouths of stone men <br />To spread at ease under the sky <br />In granite-lipped basins, <br />Where iris dabble their feet <br />And rustle to a passing wind, <br />The water fills the garden with its rushing, <br />In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns. <br /> <br />Damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone, <br />Where trickle and plash the fountains, <br />Marble fountains, yellowed with much water. <br /> <br />Splashing down moss-tarnished steps <br />It falls, the water; <br />And the air is throbbing with it. <br />With its gurgling and running. <br />With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur. <br /> <br />And I wished for night and you. <br />I wanted to see you in the swimming-pool, <br />White and shining in the silver-flecked water. <br />While the moon rode over the garden, <br />High in the arch of night, <br />And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness. <br /> <br />Night, and the water, and you in your whiteness, bathing!<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-garden-6/
