Emily Dickinson

Dec. 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886


A Day

by Emily Dickinson

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
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.


Copyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston
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