Delight is as the flight - Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say - The Rainbow's way - A Skein Flung colored, after Rain, Would suit as bright, Except that flight Were Aliment - "If it would last" I asked the East, When that Bent Stripe Struck up my childish Firmament - And I, for glee, Took Rainbows, as the common way, And empty Skies The Eccentricity -
And so with Lives - And so with Butterflies - Seen magic - through the fright That they will cheat the sight - And Dower latitudes far on - Some sudden morn - Our portion - in the fashion - Done.
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