For a fountainP. RainierO wanderer, rest your tired limbs under this elm.The breeze murmurs in the light green branches;Drink a cool draught from the spring.This restingplace is dear to wayfarers in the hot summer.
← LibraryP. Rainier · songFor a fountainSong 2 of 3lyrics: Richard Aldington after Anyte of TegeaAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongFor a fountainlyrics: Richard Aldington after Anyte of TegeaOˈəʊwandererwˈɒndəɹɐ,restɹˈɛstyourjˈɔːtiredtˈaɪədlimbslˈɪmzunderˈʌndɐthisðˈɪselmˈɛlm.Theðəbreezebɹˈiːzmurmursmˈɜːməzinˈɪntheðəlightlˈaɪtgreenɡɹˈiːnbranchesbɹˈɑːntʃɪz;Drinkdɹˈɪŋkaeɪ̯coolkˈuːldraughtdɹˈɑːftfromfɹˈɒmtheðəspringspɹˈɪŋ.Thisðˈɪsrestingplaceisˈɪzdeardˈiətotˈuːwayfarerswˈeɪfeəɹəzinˈɪntheðəhothˈɒtsummersˈʌmɐ.