How the Sun Set by Rondi Aastrup · 365 Project
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 to myself softly,
"That must have been the sun!"
But how he set I know not
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Til when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars
And led the flock away
~Emily Dickinson
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