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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!


                 Emily –