64 br br Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair! br Some Vision of the World Cashmere— br I confidently see! br Or else a Peacock's purple Train br Feather by feather—on the plain br Fritters itself away! br br The dreamy Butterflies bestir! br Lethargic pools resume the whir br Of last year's sundered tune! br From some old Fortress on the sun br Baronial Bees—march—one by one— br In murmuring platoon! br br The Robins stand as thick today br As flakes of snow stood yesterday— br On fence—and Roof—and Twig! br The Orchis binds her feather on br For her old lover - Don the Sun! br Revisiting the Bog! br br Without Commander! Countless! Still! br The Regiments of Wood and Hill br In bright detachment stand! br Behold! Whose Multitudes are these? br The children of whose turbaned seas— br Or what Circassian Land?br br Emily Dickinsonbr br