The Enchanted Spring
O'er golden sands my waters flow,
——With pearls my road is paven white,
Upon my banks sweet flowers blow,
——And amber rocks direct me right.
Look in my mother-spring; how deep
——Her dark-green waters, yet how clear!
For joy the pale-eyed stars do weep
——To see themselves so beauteous here.
Her pebbles all to emeralds turn,
——Her mosses fine as Nereid's hair,
Bright leaps the crystal from her urn,
——As pure as dew and twice as rare.
Taste of the wave, 'twill charm thy blood,
——And make thy cheek outbloom the rose,
'Twill calm thy heart and clear thy mood,
——Come! sip it freshly as it flows.
——With pearls my road is paven white,
Upon my banks sweet flowers blow,
——And amber rocks direct me right.
Look in my mother-spring; how deep
——Her dark-green waters, yet how clear!
For joy the pale-eyed stars do weep
——To see themselves so beauteous here.
Her pebbles all to emeralds turn,
——Her mosses fine as Nereid's hair,
Bright leaps the crystal from her urn,
——As pure as dew and twice as rare.
Taste of the wave, 'twill charm thy blood,
——And make thy cheek outbloom the rose,
'Twill calm thy heart and clear thy mood,
——Come! sip it freshly as it flows.
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