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bronze of water
(I'm feeling bored)
Up from the bronze, i saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.
Bronze of the blackest shades,
An element man-made,
Shaping upright the bare
Clear gouts of water in air.
O, as with warm and hammer,
Still it is good to strive
To beat out the image whole,
To echo the shout and stammer
When full-gushed waters, alive,
Strike on the fountains bowl
After the air of summer.
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