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!"

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.