It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the road-
It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain-
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again-
It reaches to the Fence
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces-
It deals Celestial Veil
To Stump, and Stack-and Stem-
A Summer's empty Room-
Acres of Joints, where Harvest were,
Recordless, but for them-
It Ruffles Wrist of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen-
Then stills its Artisans-like Ghosts-
Denying they have been-
One thing that I really liked about this poem was how it express's a journey. One thing that I didn't like about this poem was it didn't seem like it flowed very well. I felt that the poem's words were very choppy. Most of the the poem confused me, i didn't really understand how each line connected to the others.
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