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The Fountain of Blood

My blood in waves seems sometimes to be spouting

As though in rhythmic sobs a fountain swooned

I hear its long, low, rushing sound till, doubting

I feel myself all over for the wound

Across the town, as in the lists of battle

It flows, transforming paving stones to isles

Slaking the thirst of creatures, men, and cattle

And colouring all nature red for miles

Sometimes I’ve sought relief in precious wines

To lull in me the fear that undermines

But found they sharpened every sense the more

I’ve also sought forgetfulness in lust

But love’s a bed of needles, and they thrust

To give more drink to each rapacious whore

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