Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

The Day Came Slow - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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  • * Sunprincess * (6/15/2016 9:06:00 PM)

    ............a beautiful poem with incredible imagery,
    absolutely love the use of color and jewels ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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