Haunting Fountain Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The fountain haunts
And
There’s its freedom
It chuckles
It laughs
It weeps
It sings
It gargles thirsty as
The summer rocks
Before touched by
The torrents of the rains
In winter.
The fountain is not
Deep
But how
The waters echo
Moved!
Thrills as cold and
Snow and frost
Loud
As loud hailers or the
Roaring frost
Or Ocean when aroused in anger
Rolls:
For haunted
Haunted be
The fountain
Teems with spirits,
Nymphs, ghosts,
Shrouds and all
The rest
A motley crowd
Yet what a crowd:
They said
They saw old Merlin
There once too
And Paracelsus too;
And the Knights of the Round Table
Lurked
And once the sword Excalibur
Stood up
Erect in it
Yes, my Monsignor
And looking on was kingly Prospero:
The haunted fountain!