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 -- After --[^a1]By the Wizard Sun

[^a1: By the Setting Sun -- After -- | By the Setting Sun -- After --]

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 standing next to --[^a2]Just a Dome of Abyss is nodding Unto[^a3]Bowing
Into Solitude --

[^a2: Acres of Masts are standing next to -- | Acres of Masts are standing next to --]

[^a3: nodding Unto | nodding Unto]

These are the Fashions -- baffled --[^a4]Visions flitted Guido --
Titian -- never told --
Domenichino dropped his pencil --
Powerless to unfold --[^a5]Paralyzed, with Gold --

[^a4: Fashions -- baffled -- | Fashions -- baffled --]

[^a5: Powerless to unfold -- | Powerless to unfold --]

3.is draped in Cinder] Is tipped in