I'll tell you how the Sun rose -
A Ribbon at a time -
The Steeples swam in Amethyst -
The news, like Squirrels, ran -
The Hills untied their Bonnets -
The Bobolinks - began -
Then I said softly to myself -
"That must have been the sun!"
But how he set - I know not -
There seemed a purple stile
That Yellow boys and girls
were climbing all the while -
Till when they reached the other side -
A Dominie in in Gray -
Put gently up the evening Bars -
And led the flock away -
Emily Dickinson
The Poems of Emily Dickinson (Franklin),
204
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