Sara Teasedale: Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio

Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio

The fountain shivers lightly in the rain,    The laurels drip, the fading roses fall, The marble satyr plays a mournful strain    That leaves the rainy fragrance musical.
Oh dripping laurel, Phoebus sacred tree,    Would that swift Daphne's lot might come to me, Then would I still my soul and for an hour    Change to a laurel in the glancing shower.