The water is draining from the lake.

The wind-waves and sun-lines look unchanged,

    but of them

    there are less.

At the certain end,

    (with wind and sun forever strong)

    I wonder if there will be

    a single comprehending crest and dazzling glisten,

    if the whole lake,

        now so small,

    will let itself be changed

    and become

        entirely and purely

    motion and glow.