Delight is as the flight

The poem

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 --