Mirages

MORE experiences and sights, stranger, than you'd think for;

Times again, now mostly just after sunrise or before sunset,

Sometimes in spring, oftener in autumn, perfectly clear weather, in plain sight,

Camps far or near, the crowded streets of cities and the shop-frontsshopfronts,

(Account for it or not—credit or not—it is all true,

And my mate there could tell you the like—we have often con-fab'dconfab'd about it,)

People and scenes, animals, trees, colors and lines, plain as could be,

Farms and dooryards of home, paths border'd with box, lilacs in corners,

Weddings in churches, thanksgiving dinners, returns of long-absentlong-absent sons,

Glum funerals, the crape-veil'd mother and the daughters,

Trials in courts, jury and judge, the accused in the box,

Contestants, battles, crowds, bridges, wharves,

Now and then mark'd faces of sorrow or joy,

(I could pick them out this moment if I saw them again,)

Show'd to me just aloft to the right in the sky-edge,

Or plainly there to the left on the hill-tops.