XVII
Reading edition
Pale rose leaves have fallen In the fountain water; And soft reedy flute-notes Pierce the sultry quiet.
But I wait and listen, 5 Till the trodden gravel Tells me, all impatience, It is Phaon’s footstep.
Reading edition
Pale rose leaves have fallen In the fountain water; And soft reedy flute-notes Pierce the sultry quiet.
But I wait and listen, 5 Till the trodden gravel Tells me, all impatience, It is Phaon’s footstep.