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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 to-day / 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 regiment of wood and hill / In bright detachment stand. / Behold! Whose multitudes are these? / The children of whose turbaned seas, / Or what Circassian land?