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Goldbrown upon the sated flood / The rockvine clusters lift and sway, / Vast wings above the lambent waters brood / Of sullen day.
A waste of waters ruthlessly / Sways and uplifts its weedy mane / Where brooding day stares down upon the sea / In dull disdain.
Uplift and sway, O golden vine, / Your clustered fruits to love's full flood, / Lambent and vast and ruthless as in thine / Incertitude!
Trieste, 1915.