I can't help but notice the difference between this poem and "After Love. In this poem the 
Fountain is content. In "After Love" the same limitations lead to bitterness. Here are the 
last two stanzas of "After Love:" 
You were the wind and I the sea -- / There is no splendor any more, / I have grown 
listless as the pool / Beside the shore. // But tho' the pool is safe from storm / And 
from the tide has found surcease. / It grows more bitter than the sea, / For all its 
peace.

THE FOUNTAIN
Words by Sara Teasdale, music by James E. Nelson

Fountain, fountain, what do you say
Singing at night alone?
"It is enough to rise and fall
Here in my basin of stone."

But are you content as you seem to be
So near the freedom and rush of the sea?
"I have listened all night to its laboring sound,
It heaves and sags, as the moon runs round,

Ocean and fountain, shadow and tree,
Nothing escapes, nothing is free."