John Hanmer - To the Fountain at Frascati lyrics

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John Hanmer - To the Fountain at Frascati lyrics

Not by Aldobrandini's watery show, Still plashing at his portal never dumb Minished of my devotion, shalt thou come, Leaving thy natural fount on Algido, Wild wingèd daughter of the Sabine snow; Now creeping under quiet Tusculum; Now gushing from those caverns old and numb;-- Dull were his heart who gazed upon thee so. Emblem thou art of Time, memorial stream, Which in ten thousand fancies, being here, We waste, or use, or fashion, as we deem; But if its backward voice comes ever near, As thine upon the hill, how doth it seem Solemn and stern, sepulchral and severe!