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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 –