Dropped into the Ether Acre —
Wearing the Sod Gown —
Bonnet of Everlasting Laces —
Brooch — frozen on —
Horses of Blonde — and Coach of Silver —
Baggage a strapped Pearl —
Journey of Down — and Whip of Diamond —
Riding to meet the Earl —
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Its little Ether Hood
Doth sit upon its Head —
The millinery supple
Of the sagacious God —
Till when it slip away
A nothing at a time —
And Dandelion's Drama
Expires in a stem.