How the old mountains drip with sunset

How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Hemlocks burn -
How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder
By the Setting Sun -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 -
Acres of Masts are standingJust a Dome of Abyss is Bowing
back of Solitudenext to - • At the • After - • UntoInto Solitude -

These are theFashions - Visionsbaffled - flitted Guido -
Titian - never told -
Domenichino dropped his pencil -
Powerless to unfold -Paralyzed, with Gold