FOUR FOUNTAINS AFTER RESPIGHIFresh mists of Roman dawn;For water search the cattle;Faintly on damp air sounds the shepherd’s hornAbove fountain Giulia’s prattle.Triton, joyous and loudOf Naiads summons troops;A frenziedly leaping and mingling crowd,Dancing, pursuing groups.At high noon the trumpets peal,Neptune’s chariot passes by;Trains of sirens, tritons, Trevi’s jets healThen trumpets’ echoes sigh.Tolling bell and sunset,Twittering birds and calm;Medici’s fountain, shimmering net,Into the night brings balm.JESSICA CARR
Fresh mists of Roman dawn;For water search the cattle;Faintly on damp air sounds the shepherd’s hornAbove fountain Giulia’s prattle.Triton, joyous and loudOf Naiads summons troops;A frenziedly leaping and mingling crowd,Dancing, pursuing groups.At high noon the trumpets peal,Neptune’s chariot passes by;Trains of sirens, tritons, Trevi’s jets healThen trumpets’ echoes sigh.Tolling bell and sunset,Twittering birds and calm;Medici’s fountain, shimmering net,Into the night brings balm.
JESSICA CARR