Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair!

Some Vision of the World Cashmere --

I confidently see!

Or else a Peacocks purple Train

Feather by feather -- on the plain

Fritters itself away!

The dreamy Butterflies bestir!

Lethargic pools resume the whir

Of last years sundered tune!

From some old Fortress on the sun

Baronial Bees -- march -- one by one --

In murmuring platoon!

The Robins stand as thick today

As flakes of snow stood yesterday --

On fence -- and Roof -- and 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?