As You Must

Dream, O Dream
Hold you this sieve!
How slippery seams seem
Do not drop a thing!

Hold thy all water
O sieve of a dream
Bring to parched millions
The drops they shall drink

Dappling, grappling
Aye! Waste no time!
Whilst all minds lay spinning
You shan't fall behind

Time of the sky
Shall fade in the sea
For those tongues that are dry
Hold their own sieve!

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