| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 271. A Dream |
| | | By Elizabeth Clementine Kinney |
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| ’T WAS summer, and the spot a cool retreat— | |
| Where curious eyes came not, nor footstep rude | |
| Disturbed the lovers’ chosen solitude: | |
| Beneath an oak there was a mossy seat, | |
| Where we reclined, while birds above us wooed | 5 |
| Their mates in songs voluptuously sweet. | |
| A limpid brook went murmuring by our feet, | |
| And all conspired to urge the tender mood. | |
| Methought I touched the streamlet with a flower, | |
| When from its bosom sprang a fountain clear, | 10 |
| Falling again in the translucent shower | |
| Which made more green each blade of grass appear: | |
| “This stream ’s thy heart,” I said; “Love’s touch alone | |
| Can change it to the fount which maketh green my own.” | |
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