The Spring of Solace
Deep in my
heart’s unsounded well
Lies hid a
gentle spring
Whose
sparkling waters, fragrant, cool,
To silence
love to cling.
I oft send
golden fancies down
Its giddy
depths to fill
With
draughts from this perennial spring;
They come
back empty still!
No gold
will tempt its waters pure:
From
worldly touch they shrink,
But when
my grief-parched eyes bend down
Its solace
sweet to drink,
The spring
leaps up with fountained joy:
Their
limpid depths it fills,
And,
easing pain, it drops again
In two
refreshing rills.