628 <br /> <br />They called me to the Window, for <br />" 'Twas Sunset"—Some one said— <br />I only saw a Sapphire Farm— <br />And just a Single Herd— <br /> <br />Of Opal Cattle—feeding far <br />Upon so vain a Hill— <br />As even while I looked—dissolved— <br />Nor Cattle were—nor Soil— <br /> <br />But in their stead—a Sea—displayed— <br />And Ships—of such a size <br />As Crew of Mountains—could afford— <br />And Decks—to seat the skies— <br /> <br />This—too—the Showman rubbed away— <br />And when I looked again— <br />Nor Farm—nor Opal Herd—was there— <br />Nor Mediterranean—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-called-me-to-the-window-for/
