Fountain of modest water
Buried in grapes cyclical
Earned through many a day
Through many a mature sun
And details of a web
Complex to the least thread
Divined and organized
Beauty thus be born
And
Beauty thus mature
In rising suns on dreary
Days of summer sweat
Trickling
Trickling as the night dews trickle
Fountain of modest water.
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