The effort to make things equal is a problem too great for any but angels and seraphs to deal with. No merely human device can touch it without break… - Joel Benton

Winged soul of beauty, tropic in desire, </br> Thy love seems alien in our northern zone; </br> Thou giv'st to our green lands a burst of fire </br> And callest back the fables we disown. </br> The hot equator thou mightst well inspire, </br> Or stand above some Eastern monarch’s throne.

A ball of fire shoots through the tamarack </br> In scarlet splendor, on voluptuous wings; </br> Delirious joy the pyrotechnist brings, </br> Who marks for us high summer's almanac. </br> How instantly the red-coat hurtles back!

Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite </br> All are on their rounds to-night,— </br> In the wan moon's silver ray </br> Thrives their helter-skelter play.