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
The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun
( Emily Dickinson )
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