Some rainbow coming from the fair!
\nSome vision of the world Cashmere
\nI confidently see!
\nOr else a peacock’s purple train,
\nFeather by feather, on the plain
\nFritters itself away!<\/p>\n
The dreamy butterflies bestir,
\nLethargic pools resume the whir
\nOf last year’s sundered tune.
\nFrom some old fortress on the sun
\nBaronial bees march, one by one,
\nIn murmuring platoon!<\/p>\n
The robins stand as thick to-day
\nAs flakes of snow stood yesterday,
\nOn fence and roof and twig.
\nThe orchis binds her feather on
\nFor her old lover, Don the Sun,
\nRevisiting the bog!<\/p>\n
Without commander, countless, still,
\nThe regiment of wood and hill
\nIn bright detachment stand.
\nBehold! Whose multitudes are these?
\nThe children of whose turbaned seas,
\nOr what Circassian land?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"