By Emily DickinsonI'll tell you how the Sun rose,-- A ribbon at a time.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
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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