My spirit wails for water, water now! My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot For water, fresh rain shaken from a bough, Or dawn dews heavy in some leafy spot. My hungry body's burning for a swim In sunlit water where the air is cool, As in Trout Valley where upon a limb The golden finch sings sweetly to the pool. Oh water, water, when the night is done, When day steals gray-white through the window-pane, Clear silver water when I wake, alone, All impotent of parts, of fevered brain; Pure water from a forest fountain first, To wash me, cleanse me, and to quench my thirst! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FORGOTTEN TUNE by PAUL VERLAINE THE LONELY HOUSE by EMILY DICKINSON HARVEST SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER THE SONG OF THE CAMP by BAYARD TAYLOR TO FURIUS ON POVERTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |