Delight is as the flight,

Delight is as the flight,
Or in the ratio of it
As the schools would say.
The rainbow's way
A skein
Flung colored after rain
Would suit as bright,
Except that flight
Were aliment.

"If it would last?"
I asked the East
When that bent stripe
Struck up my childish
Firmament,
And I for glee
Took rainbows as the common
Way,
And empty skies
The eccentricity.

And so with lives;
And so with butterflies
Seen magic, through
The fright
That they will cheat the sight
And dower latitudes far on
Some sudden morn,
Our portion in the fashion
Done.