And gusts a wind that never sleeps When at the pond arrives a breathless boy, Knees kneel within the reeds and muck To glimpse distorted carp beneath. He counts his boundless hunter's luck As shiftless as a seaweed wreath, Then baits the wand that bears his angler's ploy, And gusts discern he plays for keeps. This boy roguish
As fish are coy. And silent in the swaying deeps The drifting dance of carps who dream and wish Is ceased by ripples from a splash -- Refractions of the surface shake As sinks an enigmatic flash: Allure from realms beyond the lake. The one that hungers proves the bravest fish, And silent, at the lure he leaps.