128 <br /> <br />Bring me the sunset in a cup, <br />Reckon the morning's flagons up <br />And say how many Dew, <br />Tell me how far the morning leaps— <br />Tell me what time the weaver sleeps <br />Who spun the breadth of blue! <br /> <br />Write me how many notes there be <br />In the new Robin's ecstasy <br />Among astonished boughs— <br />How many trips the Tortoise makes— <br />How many cups the Bee partakes, <br />The Debauchee of Dews! <br /> <br />Also, who laid the Rainbow's piers, <br />Also, who leads the docile spheres <br />By withes of supple blue? <br />Whose fingers string the stalactite— <br />Who counts the wampum of the night <br />To see that none is due? <br /> <br />Who built this little Alban House <br />And shut the windows down so close <br />My spirit cannot see? <br />Who'll let me out some gala day <br />With implements to fly away, <br />Passing Pomposity?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bring-me-the-sunset-in-a-cup/
