In Fountain Court

The fountain murmuring of sleep,

A drowsy tune;

The flickering green of leaves that keep

The light of June.

Peace, through a slumbering afternoon,

The peace of June,

A waiting ghost, in the blue sky,

The white curved moon;

June, hushed and breathless, waits, and I

Wait too, with June.

Come, through the lingering afternoon,

Soon, love, come soon.