A Day

                                                                                                                                              Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

                      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 bonnet,

The bobolinks begun.

Then I said softly to myself.

“That must have been the sun!”

                      But how he set I know not.

                      There seemed a purple stile

                      Which little yellow boys and girls

                      Were climbing all the while 

Till when they reached the other side,

A dominie in gray

Put gently up the evening bars,

And led the flock away.