Sweetest song in all the woodland—
“I—am—Dollie’s Spring!”
Round about, fleet-footed sunbeams,
In a golden, fairy ring
Dancing, scatter brightness o’er it,
Pretty 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.