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 'twas 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/
