Summer's Armies

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VIII. SUMMER'S ARMIES.

Some rainbow coming from the fair !
Some vision of the world Cashmere
I confidently see !
Or else a peacock's purple train,
Feather by feather, on the plain
Fritters itself away !

The dreamy butterflies bestir,
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune.
From some old fortress on the sun
Baronial bees march, one by one,
In murmuring platoon !

The robins stand as thick to-day
As flakes of snow stood yesterday,
On fence and roof and twig.
The orchis binds her feather on
For her old love, Don the Sun,
Revisiting the bog !

Without commander, countless, still,
The regiment of wood and hill
In bright detachment stand.
Behold !  Whose multitudes are these ?
The children of whose turbaned seas,
Or what Circassian land ?

 
from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)

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