For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; (Line 3).
Fresh-fire coal chestnut-falls; (Line 4)
Landscape plotted and pieced (Line 5).
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?), He fathers forth whose beauty is past change: (Line 8, 10).
For the swirling colors of the northern lights
Curtains blow like waterfalls flow