The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!
The Hills to meet him rose!
On his side, what Transaction!
On their side, what Repose!

Deeper and deeper grew the stain
Upon the window pane --
Thicker and thicker stood the feet
Until the Tyrian

Was crowded dense with Armies --
So gay, so Brigadier --
That I felt martial stirrings
Who once the Cockade wore --

Charged from my chimney corner --
But Nobody was there!

Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 152. The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
Poem of the Day: Feb 28 2005

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