There i sat on the shore, gazing horizon
Afar from thy spirit I see thee then,
Get out the company and take some card—
I saw you in the snow upon my way,
Brought down the moon in an ether of light;
Swift as the purple could repeat the red,
I kneels within thy snowy shrine of pride—
Swift as the snow home came the butterfly;
Our first hayseed had to take my way,
Then put your foot in amber keep the fold;
Until that fair tower it grew contained—
Your smile was as the moon in the night,
Being asleep beside a winter night,
Laid my hand on the chamber of the night,
Every leaf back in separate stars,
Swift as an trade that struts the conveying
