Some Rainbow-coming From The Fair!
Emily Dickinson
64 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 whir 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 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?
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