A Woodland Rest

Where falls the cooling mountain stream

     In merry roundelay,

In whose dear depths I catch a gleam

That stirs me from my woodland dream,

     There let me rest today.

Where o’er the hush of eventide

     The brook sings on its way;

Where thro’ the day wild birds alight,

Where falls a stealthy foot at night

     There let me rest for aye.

June 2, 1901