Wouldst thou find refreshment, traveller weary,
Bread, ripe fruit and cream to meet thy wishes,—
None but Nature's plain and homely dishes,—
Near the spring may soothe thy wanderings dreary.
HE.
Dreams of old acquaintance now pass through me,
Ne'er-forgotten queen of hours of blisses.
Likenesses I've often found, but this is
One that quite a marvel seemeth to me!
SHE.
Travellers often wonder beyond measure,
But their wonder soon see cause to smother;