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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Two: Nature

IV

THE DAY came slow, till five o’clock,

Then sprang before the hills

Like hindered rubies, or the light

A sudden musket spills.

The purple could not keep the east,

The sunrise shook from fold,

Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,

The lady just unrolled.

The happy winds their timbrels took;

The birds, in docile rows,

Arranged themselves around their prince

(The wind is prince of those).

The orchard sparkled like a Jew,—

How mighty ’t was, to stay

A guest in this stupendous place,

The parlor of the day!