Musing Over the Fountain at Brooklyn Borough Hall

Thought-weary and sad, I reclined by a fountain
At the head of a white-cedar-shaded ravine,
And the breeze that fell over the high glooming mountain
Sang a lullaby low as I gazed o’er the scene.

From The Dream By the Fountain by Charles Harpur

Photo of Brooklyn Borough Hall fountain, planted with evergreens for the winter, by MK Metz

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