I’ll tell you how the sun rose, - <br />A ribbon at a time. <br />The steeples swam in amethyst, <br />The news like squirrels ran. <br /> <br />The hills untied their bonnets, <br />The bobolinks begun. <br />Then I said softly to myself, <br />"That must have been the sun!" <br /> <br />But how he set, I know not. <br />There seemed a purple stile. <br />Which little yellow boys and girls <br />Were climbing all the while <br /> <br />Till when they reached the other side, <br />A dominie in gray <br />Put gently up the evening bars, <br />And led the flock away.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-tell-you-how-the-sun-rose/
