I’ll tell you how the Sun rose—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I’ll tell you how the Sun rose—

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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—

Then I said softly to myself—

“That must have been the Sun”!

But how he set—

There seemed a purple stile

That little Yellow boys and girls

Were climbing all the while—

Till when they reached the other side—

A Dominie in Gray—

Put gently up the evening Bars—

And led the flock away—

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I’ll tell you how the Sun rose—

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