John Jay Chapman

Arethusa

MY heart was emptied like a mountain pool That sinks in earthquake to some pit below, As thou did'st leave me. All my waters cool Burst from their basin when I saw thee go;— O'erflowed, leaped out, and ran beneath the ground,— Poured with a surging wave in search of thee! Where'er thou art, those waters will abound; But I must wait till life come back to me.