Or flower or wearing-stone or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
THE ONSET
Always the same when on a fated night
At last the gathered snow lets down as white
As may be in dark woods and with a song