152 <br /> <br />The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low! <br />The Hills to meet him rose! <br />On his side, what Transaction! <br />On their side, what Repose! <br /> <br />Deeper and deeper grew the stain <br />Upon the window pane— <br />Thicker and thicker stood the feet <br />Until the Tyrian <br /> <br />Was crowded dense with Armies— <br />So gay, so Brigadier— <br />That I felt martial stirrings <br />Who once the Cockade wore— <br /> <br />Charged from my chimney corner— <br />But Nobody was there!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-kept-stooping-stooping/
