BRING me the sunset in a cup

BRING me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
   And say how many dew ;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
   Who spun the breadths of blue !

Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
   Among astonished boughs ;
How many trips the tortoise makes,
How many cups the bee partakes,—
   The debauchee of dews !

Also, who laid the rainbow's piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
   By withes of supple blue ?
Whose fingers string the stalactite,
Who counts the wampum of the night,
   To see that none is due ?

Who built this little Alban house
And shut the windows down so close
   My spirit cannot see ?
Who'll let me out some gala day,
With implements to fly away,
   Passing pomposity ?

Emily Dickinson [1830–1886], xxxix, part two : « Nature », Complete Poems, 1924.