OF Bronze–and Blaze–

OF Bronze–and Blaze–

The North–Tonight–

So adequate–it forms–

So preconcerted with itself–

So distant–it alarms–

An Unconcern so sovereign

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 Unrivaled Show

Will entertain the Centuries

When I am, long ago,

An Island in dishonored Grass–

Whom none but Beetles–know.

Emily takes a breath by the overwhelmingly cool beauty of the Aurora.

Tonight, the North

Of Bronze and Blaze

Forms so adequate,

And established with itself,

It alarms so distant

So sovereign indifference

To Universe, or me

And infects my simple spirit

With spot of Majesty

Till I take vaster attitudes

And stand upon my stem

Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,

For Arrogance of them―

My Splendors, are varieties–

But their Unmatched Show

Will entertain the Centuries

When I am just an Island

In abandoned Grass

That only Beetles know.