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My spirit wails for water water now My tong

My spirit wails for water water now!
My tongue is aching dry my throat is hot
For water fresh rain shaken from a bough
Or dawn dews heavy in some leafy spot.
My hungry body's burning for a swim
In sunlit water where the air is cool
As in Trout Valley where upon a limb
The golden finch sings sweetly to the pool.
Oh water water when the night is done
When day steals gray white through the windowpane
Clear silver water when I wake alone
All impotent of parts of fevered brain;
Pure water from a forest fountain first
To wash me cleanse me and to quench my thirst!.

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