A Dew sufficed itself

A Dew sufficed itself –
And satisfied a Leaf –
And thought “How vast a Destiny”!
“How trivial is Life!”

The Sun went out to work –
The Day went out to play
But not again that Dew be seen
By Physiognomy –

Whether by Day abducted –
Or emptied by the Sun
Into the Sea – in passing –
Eternally unknown.

Attested to this Day
That awful Tragedy
By Transport’s instability
And Doom’s celerity.

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