A Visit to the Water
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I went to see the water,
And found it shallow;
The path was clear and soft with moss,
And the sky felt near like a blanket,
When I saw the moon slip down
Among the branches like a firefly;
I turned to go back, but the night was still,
And the stars winked again in the sky.
And as I walked
Among the trees,
I could hear the cricket,
In the day;
And the frogs sang loud
With voices like a symphony,
And I made a promise to return,
And see them dance again—
The sweet tragedy of the night.

• Edna St Vincent Millay