The Sun retired to a cloud
A Woman’s shawl as big —
And then he sulked in mercury
Upon a scarlet log —
The drops on Nature’s forehead stood
Home flew the loaded bees —
The South unrolled a purple fan
And handed to the trees.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem The Sun retired to a cloud

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