Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
His own was ampler—but as I
Was saying to a friend— Mine—is the more convenient To Carry in the Hand—
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I think that the Root of the Wind is Water —
It would not sound so deep Were it a Firmamental Product — Airs no Oceans keep — Mediterranean intonations — To a Current's Ear — There is a maritime conviction In the Atmosphere —
1173
The Lightning is a yellow Fork
From Tables in the sky By inadvertent fingers dropt The awful Cutlery
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed The Apparatus of the Dark To ignorance revealed.