It has a horror for me.

I'll never forget the night I first saw that spring shining in the moonlight.
It was right above the rock that I looked into the glade.

The moon was reflected in the dark pool, and as I gazed into the shadowy depths of the dark water I suddenly felt an unaccountable terror; but I oughtn't to have the same feeling now.

We are safe, are we not ?" "We are safe," murmured Whispering Winds.
"Yet I have the same chill of fear whenever I look at the beautiful spring, and at night as I awake to hear the soft babble of running water, I freeze until my heart feels like cold lead.

Winds, I'm not a coward; but I can't help this feeling.