I would not paint -- a picture --

I would not paint -- a picture --
I'd rather be the One
It's fair[^a1]bright impossibility
To dwell -- delicious -- on --
And wonder how the fingers feel
Whose rare -- celestial -- stir --
provokes[^a2]Evokes so sweet a Torment --
Such sumptuous -- Despair --

[^a1: fair | fair]

[^a2: provokes | provokes]

I would not talk, like Cornets --
I'd rather be the One
Raised softly to Horizons[^a3]the Ceilings --
And by --[^a4]out, and easy on --
Through Villages of Ether --
Myself upheld[^a5]upborne[^a6]sustained[^a7]endued Balloon
By but a lip of Metal --
The pier to my Pontoon --

[^a3: Horizons | Horizons]

[^a4: by -- | by --]

[^a5: upheld | upheld]

[^a6: upborne | upborne]

[^a7: sustained | sustained]

Nor would I be a Poet --
It's finer -- own the Ear
Enamored -- impotent -- content --
The License to revere,
A luxury[^a8]privilege so awful
What would the Dower be,
Had I the Art to stun myself
With Bolts of Melody!

[^a8: luxury | luxury]