Bring me the sunset in a cup Reckon the morning's flagons up And say how many Dew Tell me how far the morning leaps Tell me what time the weaver sleeps Who spun the breadth of blue! Write me how many notes there be In the new Robin's ecstasy Among astonished boughs How many trips the Tortoise makes How many cups the Bee partakes The Debauchee of Dews! Also, who laid the Rainbow's piers Also, who leads the docile spheres By withes of supple blue? Whose fingers string the stalactite Who counts the wampum of the night To see that none is due? Who built this little Alban House And shut the windows down so close My spirit cannot see? Who'll let me out some gala day With implements to fly away Passing Pomposity? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL THE RED TURTLENECK by KAREN SWENSON AN INVITE TO ETERNITY by JOHN CLARE ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY THE DIRGE [FOR FIDELE], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |