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Emily Dickinson - The Day Came Slow
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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 `twas to stay, 
        A guest in this stupendous place,
        The parlor of the day.
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