English poem
Spirit
by James Miller (1860–1947)
Maid, why lov’st thou Baldred’s spring? Does its sedge-crown’d waters bring Forgetfulness, like that dull stream That sooth’d the Grecian’s noonday dream? Do its fallings, whispering near, Charm thy love-enchanted ear, And with the music of its voice Bid thy parched heart rejoice?