Of Bronze and Blaze

poem 290

Of Bronze and Blaze The North Tonight So adequate it forms So preconcerted with itself So distant to alarms And 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 Completeless Show Will entertain the Centuries When I, am long ago, An Island in dishonored Grass Whom none but Beetles know.