Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917.

“I Have Wandered to a Spring”

Edna Wahlert McCourt

I HAVE wandered to a spring in the forest green and dim,

The sweet quiet stirs about me—

The water twinkles at me,

As I stoop to dip my cup,

As I stoop to drink—to him.

True, I ’m only half in earnest—I touch the cool, wet brim—

He ’d laugh if he could see me—

I ’m glad he does n’t see me,

As alone with my queer gladness,

I stoop to drink—to him.