A woodland dell

Golden glow of summer sun—

A pool in a woodland dell,

Birches trembling in ecstasy,

Willow boughs sweeping

O'er the waters' edge,

And beyond, the green grass.

We sit in the quiet

Of the shade, you and I,

Awed by the hushed silence

And forgetful of the world.

Would it were always summer

By a pool in a woodland dell!