The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock by Emily Dickinson
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock -- Then sprang before the Hills Like Hindered Rubies -- or the Light A Sudden Musket -- spills --
The Purple could not keep the East -- The Sunrise shook abroad Like Breadths of Topaz -- packed a Night -- The Lady just unrolled --
The Happy Winds -- their Timbrels took -- The Birds -- in docile Rows Arranged themselves around their Prince The Wind -- is Prince of Those --
The Orchard sparkled like a Jew -- How mighty 'twas -- to be A Guest in this stupendous place -- The Parlor -- of the Day --
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