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The Tint I cannot takeis best
The Color too remote
That I could show it in Bazaar
A Guinea at a sight
The fineimpalpable Array
That swaggers on the eye
Like Cleopatra's Company
Repeatedin the sky
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisiteto tell
The eager lookon Landscapes
As if they just repressed
Some Secretthat was pushing
Like Chariotsin the Vest
The Pleading of the Summer
That other Prankof Snow
That Cushions Mystery with Tulle,
For fear the Squirrelsknow.
Their Graspless mannersmock us
Until the Cheated Eye
Shuts arrogantlyin the Grave
Another wayto see