That vibration there
Or flickering light
Effects on mind, aery
In and out of sight
A kind, who pass them
From which guise to guise
Is fey-like. Easy when
A flower arise!
A wonder; and all
But transient held
In the dance. And oh how
By it unrepelled!
As are these, for whose
Colourful display
Attractably alike grow
Taller for each day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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