Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio of poet Sara Teasdale

Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio

The fountain shivers lightly in the rain, 
The laurels drip, the fading roses fall, 
The marble satyr plays a mournful strain 
That leaves the rainy fragrance musical.

Oh dripping laurel, Phoebus sacred tree, 
Would that swift Daphne's lot might come to me, 
Then would I still my soul and for an hour 
Change to a laurel in the glancing shower.