A dew sufficed itself

A Dew sufficed itself -
And satisfied a Leaf
And felt "How vast a Destiny" -
"How trivial is Life"!

The Sun went out to work -
The Day went out to play
And 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.