54058: Bright Clouds

<p dir="ltr"> Bright clouds of may<br> Shade half the pond.<br> Beyond,<br> All but one bay<br> Of emerald<br> Tall reeds<br> Like criss-cross bayonets<br> Where a bird once called,<br> Lies bright as the sun.<br> No one heeds.<br> The light wind frets<br> And drifts the scum<br> Of may-blossom.<br> Till the moorhen calls<br> Again<br> Naught's to be done<br> By birds or men.<br> Still the may falls.<br></p>