Deep Within Me Springs a Fountain

She…

Deep within me springs a fountain,

Leaping upward to the sunlight,

At the sport of little breezes

Rudely scattered.

Dearest, all my veering sorrows

In your warmth are turned to beauty,

And the clear spring of my longing

Sobbing gently,

Ever constant, gay or tearful,

Breaks to dewdrops in the sunshine,

Falling back into my bosom,

Rainbow tinted.

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