This morning's first thought as the ribbons of sunrise colored the sky was " it gets late so light!"
I'll tell you how the Sun rose -
A Ribbon at a time -
The steeples swam in Amethyst
The news, like Squirrels, ran -
The Hills untied their Bonnets -
The Bobolinks - begun -
Then I said softly to myself -
That must have been the Sun"!
--Emily Dickinson [from Fr204 I'll tell you how the Sun rose]
I'll tell you how the Sun rose -
A Ribbon at a time -
The steeples swam in Amethyst
The news, like Squirrels, ran -
The Hills untied their Bonnets -
The Bobolinks - begun -
Then I said softly to myself -
That must have been the Sun"!
--Emily Dickinson [from Fr204 I'll tell you how the Sun rose]
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