All hot and grimy from the road,
Dust gray from arduous years,
I sat me down and eased my load
Beside the Fount of Tears.
The waters sparkled to my eye,
Calm, crystal-like, and cool,
And breathing there a restful sigh,
I bent me to the pool.
When, lo! a voice cried: “Pilgrim, rise,
Harsh tho' the sentence be,
And on to other lands and skies-
This fount is not for thee.
“Pass on, but calm thy needless fears,
Some may not love or sin,
An angel guards the Fount of Tears;
All may not bathe therein.”
Then with my burden on my back
I turned to gaze awhile,
First at the uninviting track,
Then at the water's smile.
And so I go upon my way,
Thro'out the sultry years,
But pause no more, by night, by day,
Beside the Fount of Tears.
The Fount Of Tears
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Poem topics: angel, night, smile, water, voice, rise, dust, gaze, cool, Valentine's Day, sentence, crystal, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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