Delight is as the flight

Delight is as the flight—

Or in the Ratio of it,

As the Schools would say—

The Rainbow’s way—

A Skein

Flung colored, after Rain,

Would suit as bright,

Except that flight

Were Aliment—

“If it would last”

I asked the East,

When that Bent Stripe

Struck up my childish

Firmament—

And I, for glee,

Took Rainbows, as the common way,

And empty Skies

The Eccentricity—

And so with Lives—

And so with Butterflies—

Seen magic—through the fright

That they will cheat the sight—

And Dower latitudes far on—

Some sudden morn—

Our portion—in the fashion—

Done—