Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

The Pond

In this pond of placid water,
   Half a hundred years ago,
So they say, a farmer’s daughter,
   Jilted by her farmer beau,

Waded out among the rushes,
   Scattering the blue dragon-flies;
That dried stick the ripple washes
   Marks the spot, I should surmise.

Think, so near the public highway,
   Well frequented even then!
Can you not conceive the sly way,--
   Hearing wheels or seeing men

Passing on the road above,--
   With a gesture feigned and silly,
Ere she drowned herself for love,
   She would reach to pluck a lily?

1. Hyacinth
2. Loving You Less Than Life
3. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies
4. Euclid Alone Has Looked
5. Love Is Not Blind

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) The Pond ("And I told the boy next door")

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