How the old Mountains drip with Sunset

How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn — How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder By the Wizard Sun —

How the old Steeples hand the Scarlet Till the Ball is full — Have I the lip of the Flamingo That I dare to tell?

Then, how the Fire ebbs like Billows — Touching all the Grass With a departing — Sapphire — feature — As a Duchess passed —

How a small Dusk crawls on the Village Till the Houses blot And the odd Flambeau, no men carry Glimmer on the Street —

How it is Night — in Nest and Kennel — And where was the Wood — Just a Dome of Abyss is Bowing Into Solitude —

These are the Visions flitted Guido — Titian — never told — Domenichino dropped his pencil — Paralyzed, with Gold —