Of Bronze -- and Blaze --

Of Bronze -- and Blaze --
The North -- Tonight --
So adequate -- it forms --
So preconcerted with itself
So distant -- to alarms --
An Unconcern so sovreign
To Universe, or me --
Infects my simple spirit
With Taints of Majesty --
Till I take vaster attitudes --
And strut upon my stem --
Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,
For Arrogance of them --

My Splendors, are Menagerie --
But their Competeless Show
Will entertain the Centuries
When I, am long ago,
Some --[^a1]An Island in dishonored Grass --
Whom none but Beetles --[^a2]Daisies, know.

[^a1: Some -- | Some --]

[^a2: Beetles -- | Beetles --]

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