Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
The Draught
By Charles Henry Lüders (18581891)W
Prone upon the mossy brink
Of a rocky basin, laid
Within the forest’s heart of shade.
The spring gives to my eagerness;
Feeling its bubbles rise and float
Around my chin, across my throat,
Till the swiftly pulsing blood
Circles calmly as the flood;
Till by every sense I’m told
That never flagon tipped with gold
So divine a draught doth hold.