Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
For a FountainBryan Waller Procter (Barry Cornwall) (17871874)
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Thus for aye:—It never stays
For the look of summer suns,
Nor the cold of winter days.
Whosoe’er shall wander near,
When the Syrian heat is worst,
Let him hither come, nor fear
Lest he may not slake his thirst:
He will find this little river
Running still, as bright as ever.
Let him drink, and onward hie,
Bearing but in thought, that I,
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And thank the great god Pan for all!