SABATIA POND.
Reading edition
Where the soft circle of Sabatia stars The water grasses in a sprinkled arc; And golden ripples break on sandy bars, And thin blue sails of dragon flies embark— I think each year, how many sunsets weep; That day must die; and tinted tears must fall There where pond ripples to white clethra creep, And where the margin’s sweet with honey-ball. I think that where those sky-tears placid lay, That golden evening stars have also lain; Reflected on the rosy surface, they Have dreamed a dream, and wandered on again. So, where the sunset clouds in sorrow crept, Now rosy shapes through water grasses trail; And on that bed where gypsy starlight slept, Is left a rose-colored star-patterned veil.