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
That 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 –