228 <br /> <br />Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple <br />Leaping like Leopards to the Sky <br />Then at the feet of the old Horizon <br />Laying her spotted Face to die <br />Stooping as low as the Otter's Window <br />Touching the Roof and tinting the Barn <br />Kissing her Bonnet to the Meadow <br />And the Juggler of Day is gone<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blazing-in-gold-and-quenching-in-purple/
