It
sifts from Leaden Sieves —
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road —
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road —
It
makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain —
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again —
Of Mountain, and of Plain —
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again —
It
reaches to the Fence —
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces —
It deals Celestial Veil
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces —
It deals Celestial Veil
To
Stump, and Stack — and Stem —
A Summer’s empty Room —
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them —
A Summer’s empty Room —
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them —
It
Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen —
Then stills its Artisans — like Ghosts —
Denying they have been —
As Ankles of a Queen —
Then stills its Artisans — like Ghosts —
Denying they have been —
It amazes me the way she saw things. Then the talent to turn her thoughts into song. Great accompanying photos.
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