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Of bronze and blaze / The north, to-night!
So adequate its forms, / So preconcerted with itself, / So distant to alarms, -- / An unconcern so sovereign / To universe, or me, / It paints my simple spirit / With tints of majesty, / Till I take vaster attitudes, / And strut upon my stem, / Disdaining men and oxygen, / For arrogance of them.
My splendors are menagerie; / But their competeless show / Will entertain the centuries / When I am, long ago, / An island in dishonored grass, / Whom none but daisies know.