A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

210. HOW SPRINGS CAME FIRST

     These springs were maidens once that loved,
     But lost to that they most approved:
     My story tells, by Love they were
     Turn'd to these springs which we see here:
     The pretty whimpering that they make,
     When of the banks their leave they take,
     Tells ye but this, they are the same,
     In nothing changed but in their name.