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