A dew sufficed itself

A Dew sufficed itself
And satisfied a Leaf -
And thought "how vast a destiny" -
"How trivial is Life"!

The Sun went out to work -
The Day went out to play -
But not again that Dew be seen
By Physiognomy -

Whether by Day abducted
Or emptied by the Sun
Into the Sea in passing -
Eternally unknown -

Attested to this Day
That awful Tragedy
By Transport's instability
And Doom's celerity -