In A Forest Of Laurel Trees

I came upon a fountain in a lonely, darkened wood
Not a drop fell from its hearth, so long as there I stood
I felt a shiver pass me through and fell unto the earth
In my dream, I saw the forest in its fresh rebirth
The trees were bright and noble fellows standing arm in arm
And birds returned into their limbs, singing with their charm

The sun, it shone among them all, and as I turned my head
I noticed there, the fountain splash, when I had thought it dead
Soon, I waked from that wistful dream to learn it all came true
The wing├ęd creatures bounced and laughed; the trees retained their hue
If you should wonder how this change did come into my view
It was all because, my dear, my thoughts have turned to you