Flood

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 is thine Incertitude!

Trieste, 1915