Up from the bronze, I saw <br />Water without a flaw <br />Rush to its rest in air, <br />Reach to its rest, and fall. <br /> <br />Bronze of the blackest shade, <br />An element man-made, <br />Shaping upright the bare <br />Clear gouts of water in air. <br /> <br />O, as with arm and hammer, <br />Still it is good to strive <br />To beat out the image whole, <br />To echo the shout and stammer <br />When full-gushed waters, alive, <br />Strike on the fountain's bowl <br />After the air of summer.<br /><br />Louise Bogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roman-fountain/
