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 --