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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Elizabeth ClementineKinney

271 A Dream

’T WAS summer, and the spot a cool retreat—

Where curious eyes came not, nor footstep rude

Disturbed the lovers’ chosen solitude:

Beneath an oak there was a mossy seat,

Where we reclined, while birds above us wooed

Their mates in songs voluptuously sweet.

A limpid brook went murmuring by our feet,

And all conspired to urge the tender mood.

Methought I touched the streamlet with a flower,

When from its bosom sprang a fountain clear,

Falling again in the translucent shower

Which made more green each blade of grass appear:

“This stream ’s thy heart,” I said; “Love’s touch alone

Can change it to the fount which maketh green my own.”