Poems — First Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd

I’ll Tell You How the Sun Rose

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!"

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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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