Who Spun the Breadth of Blue

I suppose if I had put my head on the ground I could have got twice the distance I did - the evening sky, it tempted my eyes up and away, from the way.

"Bring me the sunset in a cup

Reckon the morning's flagons up

And say how many Dew

Tell me how far the morning leaps

Tell me what time the weaver sleeps

Who spun the breadth of blue!

Write me how many notes there be

In the new Robin's ecstasy

Among astonished boughs

How many trips the Tortoise makes

How many cups the Bee partakes

The Debauchee of Dews!

Also, who laid the Rainbow's piers

Also, who leads the docile spheres

By withes of supple blue?

Whose fingers string the stalactite

Who counts the wampum of the night

To see that none is due?

Who built this little Alban House

And shut the windows down so close

My spirit cannot see?

Who'll let me out some gala day

With implements to fly away

Passing Pomposity?

(Emily Dickinson)