- 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 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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