Here you will find the Poem Dedication: To M. C. M. C. of poet Padraic Colum
THE well- They come to it and take Their cupful or their palmful out of it. The well- Stones are around it, and an elder bush Is there; a high rowan tree; and so The well is marked. Who knows Whence come the waters? Through what passages Beneath? From what high tors Where forests are? Forests dripping rain! Branches pouring to the ground; trunks, barks, roots, Letting the streamlets down: through the dark earth The water flows, and in that secret flood That's called a spring, that finds this little hollow. Who knows Whence come the waters that fill cup and palm? Sweetheart and comrade, I give you The waters' marches and the forest's bound, The valley-filling cloud, the trees that set The rains beneath their roots, out of this well.
