A pity it is evening, yet
I do love the water of this spring
seeing how clear it is, how clean;
rays of sunset gleam on it,
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This poem is categorized as spring (the season) in this collection - but it's about a spring of water. Perhaps the poet wrote it in the spring of the year. I can guess that, anyway; one in four are the odds.
A perfect gel with the nature.