The Eairy Dam lies chill, its surface flecked
Into sharp ripples by the breeze. Reeds sway
Ever so slightly where they stand erect,
Red-coated soldiers in martial array
Where the long beams of westering sunlight play.
Now russet grey the bosom of the pond
With ruby jets and jabs of gifded spary
That chop and churn against the bank. Beyond,
A row of cottages, a shop, appear,
Deserted chapel, modern villas red.
Laughter of children falls upon the ear
Like vestper bells before they go to bed.
And far below, in depths the light has fled,
Shines the pale evening star in waters clear.