A crystal fountain in that very grove
Gush'd from a rock, whose waters fresh and clear
Shed round and softly murmur'd love;
Never that leafy screen and mossy seat
Drew browsing flock or whistling rustic near
But nymphs and muses danced to music sweet.
Gush'd from a rock, whose waters fresh and clear
Shed round and softly murmur'd love;
Never that leafy screen and mossy seat
Drew browsing flock or whistling rustic near
But nymphs and muses danced to music sweet.
Petrarch - Poems
