692 <br /> <br />The Sun kept setting—setting—still <br />No Hue of Afternoon— <br />Upon the Village I perceived <br />From House to House 'twas Noon— <br /> <br />The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—still <br />No Dew upon the Grass— <br />But only on my Forehead stopped— <br />And wandered in my Face— <br /> <br />My Feet kept drowsing—drowsing—still <br />My fingers were awake— <br />Yet why so little sound—Myself <br />Unto my Seeming—make? <br /> <br />How well I knew the Light before— <br />I could see it now— <br />'Tis Dying—I am doing—but <br />I'm not afraid to know—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-kept-setting-setting-still/
