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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-