The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --

The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun -- Far Psalteries of Summer -- Enamoring the Ear They never yet did satisfy -- Remotest -- when most fair The Sun shone whole at intervals -- Then Half -- then utter hid -- As if Himself were optional And had Estates of Cloud Sufficient to enfold Him Eternally from view -- Except it were a whim of His To let the Orchards grow -- A Bird sat careless on the fence -- One gossipped in the Lane On silver matters charmed a Snake Just winding round a Stone -- Bright Flowers slit a Calyx And soared upon…