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

    Which 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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