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I´ll Tell You How The Sun Rose

Emily Dickinson

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!´

But how he set, I know not. There seemed a purple stile Which little yellow boys and girls Where climbing all the while

Till when they reached the other side, A dominie in gray Put gently gently up the evening bars, And led the flock away.

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