The Day Came Slow Poem by 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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Renganathan 22 January 2017

Excellently colourful.....superb beyond words...what a poetic expression! ! ! ! ....wonderful

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Indira Renganathan 11 January 2017

Excellently colourful.....superb beyond wors...what a poetic expression! ! ! ! ....wonderful

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* Sunprincess * 15 June 2016

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

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