I’ve been to the pond in daylight,
Waving images move free,
And swell in ripples bright,
With sky and bird and tree.
Last night I saw the pond at midnight,
And ‘twas not the pond at noon,
Where reflections of familiar light,
Held not the stars and moon.
The star-filled pond of midnight:
I strangely longed to see,
Movements of infinity,
And darker images of me.
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