WILDWOOD WAYS 



should these unfailing springs rush forth 

 so steadily, be the weather hot or cold, 

 or the drought never so long or so 

 severe? Why should their temperature 

 like their flow be changeless, summer or 

 winter ? 



I sometimes believe that their waters 

 filter through deep caverns from far 

 Arctic glaciers continually renewed. Per- 

 haps to have looked at them before the 

 changing seasons of more thousands of 

 years had clothed the gravel and sand 

 with humus, grown the forests all about 

 and choked the fountains themselves with 

 acres of the muck of decayed vegetation 

 no one knows how deep, would have been 

 to see them with clearer eyes and have 

 been led to an answer to the questions. 

 Now I know them only as bits of the 

 land where time seems to have stood 

 still fastnesses where dwell the lotus 



