Some rainbow coming from the fair!
Some vision of the world Cashmere
I confidently see!
Or else a peacock's purple train
Feather by feather, on the plain
Fritters itself away!

The dreamy butterflies bestir
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune
From some old fortress on the sun
Baronial bees march, one by one
In murmuring platoon!

The robins stand as thick to-day
As flakes of snow stood yesterday
On fence and roof and twig
Thе orchis binds her feather on
For hеr old lover, Don the Sun
Revisiting the bog!

Without commander, countless, still
The regiment of wood and hill
In bright detachment stand
Behold! Whose multitudes are these?
The children of whose turbaned seas
Or what Circassian land?