Nature LXXIII: I ’LL tell you how the sun rose, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Nature LXXIII: I ’LL tell you how the sun rose

Part Two: Nature

LXXIII

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.

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