Fog

Dull water spirit—and Protean god
Descended cloud fast anchored to the earth
That drawest too much air for shallow coasts
Thou ocean branch that flowest to the sun
Incense of earth, perfumed with flowers—
Spirit of lakes and rivers—seas and rills
Come to revisit now thy native scenes
Night thoughts of earth—dream drapery
Dew cloth—and fairy napkin
Thou wind-blown meadow of the air
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