A fountain surges from my verse’s house

A fountain surges from my verse’s house.
   Its flowing waters quench the thirst of men—
A fountain from the rock of perfect rhyme,
   With waters cold to please the yearning man—
A flow unending from the house of rhyme
   Moistening the throats of longing souls.
My song mellifluous appears to flow
   To mouths of thirsty, yearning, longing men.
Translated by Raymond P. Scheindlin.
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