"I would not paint - a picture -" (348)

I would not paint - a picture -

I'd rather be the One

It's bright impossibility

To dwell - delicious - on -

And wonder how the fingers feel

Whose rare - celestial - stir -

Evokes so sweet a torment -

Such sumptuous - Despair -

I would not talk, like Cornets -

I'd rather be the One

Raised softly to the Ceilings -

And out, and easy on -

Through Villages of Ether -

Myself endued Balloon

By but a lip of Metal -

The pier to my Pontoon -

Nor would I be a Poet -

It's finer - Own the Ear -

Enamored - impotent - content -

The License to revere,

A privilege so awful

What would the Dower be,

Had I the Art to stun myself

With Bolts - of Melody!

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24 lines · 3 stanzas