“I Have Wandered to a Spring”
I have wandered to a spring in the forest green and dim,
The sweet quiet stirs about me—
The water twinkles at me,
As I stoop to dip my cup,
As I stoop to drink—to him.
True, I’m only half in earnest—I touch the cool, wet brim—
He’d laugh if he could see me—
I’m glad he doesn’t see me,
As alone with my queer gladness,
I stoop to drink—to him.
Edna Wahlert McCourt