Emily Dickinson Sun Poems

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, -
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
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999

Superfluous were the Sun
When Excellence be dead
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920

We can but follow to the Sun—
As oft as He go down
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232

The Sun—just touched the Morning—
The Morning—Happy thing—
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106

The Daisy follows soft the Sun—
And when his golden walk is done—
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188

Make me a picture of the sun—
So I can hang it in my room—
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871

The Sun and Moon must make their haste—
The Stars express around
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692

The Sun kept setting—setting—still
No Hue of Afternoon—
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808

So set its Sun in Thee
What Day be dark to me—
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152

The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low!
The Hills to meet him rose!
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888

When I have seen the Sun emerge
From His amazing House—
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878

The Sun is gay or stark
According to our Deed.
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