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.
A russet grey the bosom of the pond,
With ruby jets and jabs of gilded spray
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 vesper bells before they go to bed.
From far above, ere sunset light has fled,
The evening star shines in the water clear.
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