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Bring me the sunset in a cup, / Reckon the morning's flagons up, / And say how many dew; / Tell me how far the morning leaps, / Tell me what time the weaver sleeps / Who spun the breadths of blue!
Write me how many notes there be / In the new robin's ecstasy / Among astonished boughs; / How many trips the tortoise makes, / How many cups the bee partakes, -- / The debauchee of dews!
Also, who laid the rainbow's piers, / Also, who leads the docile spheres / By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite, / Who counts the wampum of the night, / To see that none is due?
Who built this little Alban house / And shut the windows down so close / My spirit cannot see?
Who 'll let me out some gala day, / With implements to fly away, / Passing pomposity?