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!:: :: ::