Some Rainbowcoming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by featheron the plain
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune!
From some old Fortress on the sun
Baronial Beesmarchone by one
In murmuring platoon!
The Robins stand as thick today
As flakes of snow stood yesterday
On fenceand Roofand Twig!
The Orchis binds her feather on
For her old lover - Don the Sun!
Revisiting the Bog!
Without Commander! Countless! Still!
The Regiments of Wood and Hill
In bright detachment stand!
Behold! Whose Multitudes are these?
The children of whose turbaned seas
Or what Circassian Land?
