The sky draped itself face-down   A pacifying hood   Greyous in any way   And its cage was the dome of   The rainbow   Two-dimensional to some, but   For everyone beneath   It was Atlas   If you looked up from below   At its coloration   Its bands grew broader   Towards the summit   As the shades short-waved   The most vast color:   Violet      I was stuck on Violet, miniaturized   It was four days' walk to the blue border   The "Land of the Arch'd Circle"   That was Violet.      I imagined the bottom of the Rain Bow   Tunneling through the roots of the Mountain   I walked Violet to the Equator   Where I dug my own grave then died in it   Beneath the ground I rode the royal hue   All through the Earth for Eternity      As the sun became too dim   The frame dissolved and   The Greyous blanket fell.   It lay upon the grass until the Morning   When it was Hosted up again   By a spinning Rainbow   O'er the vale.