Some Rainbow – coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock′s purple train
Feather by feather – on the plain –
Fritters itself away!

The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whirr
Of last year′s 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 did, 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 detachments stand!
Behold! Whose multitudes are these?
The Children of whose Turbaned seas –
Or what Circassian Land!

Emily .

Dear Sue –

I have′nt ′′paid you an

attention′′ for some time –

Girl .