So he waits alone and watches,
Sees the shadow pass again,
Sees a fly drop on the water,—
Dashes at it, might and main.
"Missed it! Well," he says, "I never!
That's the worst jump made to-day!
Here another comes—now for it!"
Splash! He's in the air—to stay!
When the alders cease to tremble,
Silence comes and sun-glints shine,