… So near the fence line,
Edge of woods, like shrine,
There was an acre pond,
Compelling, mysterious, profound!
… Climb up incline-
Of dirt and rocks’ chine,
Through bushes or skies,
Exasperating with cries!
… There I see the pond, With few stones around;
And some grass;
And leaves and twigs with class-
Have docked in the pass…
…A gray old pass, no ducks or fish;
An old guardian maple tree’s wish-
Standing tall, bent, gnarled, not on leash!
… On lingering, looking deep-
Little acre pond, unspoiled for keep-
Compelling, mysterious, it does peep!! …