In the Morning

by Willis Boyd Allen

While its laughing waters sing

Sweetest song in all the woodland,

“I—am—Dollie’s—Spring!”

In the dim wood’s noontide shadow

Nod the ferns, and glistening

With a thousand diamond dew-drops,

Bend o’er Dollie’s Spring.

Shyly on its mossy border

Blue-eyed Dollie, lingering,

Views the sweet face in the crystal