The Little Spring Flows Clear Again

The little spring flows clear again
    While I stand watching close to see
What clouded it. If wings were here
    To splash the silver merrily
They flew before I came too near.

And if a fawn had rubbed its nose,
    Thrust deep in silver running cool,
Upon the bottom of the spring,
    It heard me wading in the pool
Of shadow where the thrushes sing.

The little spring flows clear again,
    But now is clouded in my mind
The flight of wings that went away--
    And something that I came to find
Was loveliness afraid to stay.

     ~ Glenn Ward Dresbach