Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

A Day

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 softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"

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But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.

1. Going
2. What Soft, Cherubic Creatures
3. Thanksgiving Day
4. Experiment to Me
5. My Country's Wardrobe

John Armstrong (Джон Армстронг) A Day ("Escap'd from London now four Moons, and more")

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