109. Poem "How the old Mountains drip with Sunset"

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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 -