Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio - Poem by Sara Teasdale

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.


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  • Fabrizio Frosini (4/9/2016 3:04:00 PM)


    'Villa Serbelloni', in BELLAGIO (Lake Como, north of Italy) is a Grand Hotel, indeed one of the oldest and most elegant hotels (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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