I'll tell you how the Sun rose by Emily Dickinson
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 -- begun -- 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 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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