Mine and Thine (1904)/I Know Not How to Find the Spring

by Florence Earle Coates

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I KNOW NOT HOW TO FIND THE SPRING

I know not how to find the Spring,
Though violets are here,
And in the boughs high over me
The birds are fluting clear;
The magic and the melody,
The rapture—all are fled,
And could they wake, they would but break
My heart, now you are dead.