FOUR FOUNTAINS AFTER RESPIGHI
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Fresh mists of Roman dawn; For water search the cattle; Faintly on damp air sounds the shepherd’s horn Above fountain Giulia’s prattle. Triton, joyous and loud Of 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 heal Then trumpets’ echoes sigh. Tolling bell and sunset, Twittering birds and calm; Medici’s fountain, shimmering net, Into the night brings balm.
JESSICA CARR