On the World you colored
Morning painted rose —
Idle his Vermillion
Aimless crept the Glows
Over Realms of Orchards
I the Day before
Conquered with the Robin —
Misery - how fair
Till your wrinkled Finger
Shoved the sun away
Midnight's awful Pattern
...
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 how you've littered all the East
With duds of Emerald!
And still...