The fountain
More patience than a mountain
Or a sparkling silver stream
Trickling from a fountain
Pouring love of life extreme
I will not bide
The waning tide
I will not cross
The albatross
On way to loving dream
The ripples from the fountain shake
The ways of life, a cresting quake
That carries on beyond this life
Past pain and ache and sudden strife
Into your loving arms
The fountain turns to steam
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