The day came slow, till five o'clock <br />Then sprang before the hills <br />Like hindered rubies, or the light <br />A sudden musket spills <br /> <br />The purple could not keep the east, <br />The sunrise shook from fold, <br />Like breadths of topaz, packed a night, <br />The lady just unrolled. <br /> <br />The happy winds their timbrels took; <br />The birds, in docile rows, <br />Arranged themselves around their prince <br />(The wind is prince of those). <br /> <br />The orchard sparkled like a Jew, -- <br />How mighty 't was, to stay <br />A guest in this stupendous place, <br />The parlor of the day!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-day-came-slow-till-five-o-clock/
