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XLI. Like mighty footlights burned the red At bases of the trees,    The far theatricals of day Exhibiting to these. 'T was universe that did applaud While, chiefest of the crowd, Enabled by his royal dress, Myself distinguished God. FORTY ONE LIKE MIGHTY FOOTLIGHTS BURNED THE RED AT BASES OF THE TREES THE FAR THEATRICALS OF DAY EXHIBITING TO THESE TWAS UNIVERSE THAT DID APPLAUD WHILE CHIEFEST OF THE CROWD ENABLED BY HIS ROYAL DRESS MYSELF DISTINGUISHED GOD
lightning showed a yellow beak, And then a livid claw. The birds put up the bars to nests, The cattle fled to barns; There came one drop of giant rain, And then, as if the hands That held the dams had parted hold, The waters wrecked the sky, But overlooked my father's house, Just quartering a tree. XXXVIII. WITH FLOWERS. South winds jostle them, Bumblebees come, Hover, hesitate, Drink, and are gone. Butterflies pause On their passage Cashmere; I, softly plucking, Present them here! XXXIX. SUNSET. Where ships of purple gently toss On seas of daffodil, Fantastic sailors mingle, And then -- the wharf is still. XL. She sweeps with many-colored brooms, And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in, You dropped an amber thread; And now you 've littered all the East With duds of emerald! And still she plies her spotted brooms, And still the aprons fly, Till brooms fade softly into stars -- And then I come away. EETS THE THUNDER HURRIED SLOW THE LIGHTNING SHOWED A YELLOW BEAK AND THEN A LIVID CLAW THE BIRDS PUT UP THE BARS TO NESTS THE CATTLE FLED TO BARNS THERE CAME ONE DROP OF GIANT RAIN AND THEN AS IF THE HANDS THAT HELD THE DAMS HAD PARTED HOLD THE WATER WRECKED THE SKY BUT OVERLOOKED MY FATHER'S HOUSE JUST QUARTERING A TREE THIRTY EIGHT WITH FLOWERS SOUTH WINDS JOSTLE THEM BUMBLEBEES COME HOVER HESITATE DRINK AND ARE GONE BUTTERFLIES PAUSE ON THEIR PASSAGE CASHMERE I SOFTLY PLUCKING PRESENT THEM HERE THIRTY NINE SUNSET WHERE SHIPS OF PURPLE GENTLY TOSS ON SEAS OF DAFFODIL FANTASTIC SAILORS MINGLE AND THEN THE WHARF IS STILL FORTY SHE SWEEPS WITH MANY COLOUR'D BROOMS AND LEAVES THE SHREDS BEHIND O HOUSEWIFE IN THE EVENING WEST COME BACK AND DUST THE POND YOU DROPPED A PURPLE RAVELLING IN YOU DROPPED AN AMBER THREAD AND NOW YOU'VE LITTERED ALL THE EAST WITH DUDS OF EMERALD AND STILL SHE PLIES HER SPOTTED BROOMS AND STILL THE APRONS FLY TILL BROOMS FADE SOFTLY INTO STARS AND THEN I COME AWAY
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