These springs were maidens once that loved, <br />But lost to that they most approved: <br />My story tells, by Love they were <br />Turn'd to these springs which we see here: <br />The pretty whimpering that they make, <br />When of the banks their leave they take, <br />Tells ye but this, they are the same, <br />In nothing changed but in their name.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-springs-came-first/
