The Sun and Moon must make their haste —
The Stars express around
For in the Zones of Paradise
The Lord alone is burned —
His Eye, it is the East and West —
The North and South when He
Do concentrate His Countenance
Like Glow Worms, flee away —
Oh Poor and Far —
...
The Sun in reigning to the West
Makes not as much of sound
As Cart of man in road below
Adroitly turning round
That Whiffletree of Amethyst
The Sun is gay or stark
According to our Deed.
If Merry, He is merrier —
If eager for the Dead
Or an expended Day
He helped to make too bright
His mighty pleasure suits Us not
It magnifies Our Freight
The Sun is one — and on the Tare
He doth as punctual call
As on the conscientious Flower
And estimates them all —
The Sun kept setting — setting — still
No Hue of Afternoon —
Upon the Village I perceived
From House to House 'twas Noon —
The Dusk kept dropping — dropping — still
No Dew upon the Grass —
But only on my Forehead stopped —
And wandered in my Face —
My Feet kept...
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 —...
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.
The Sun went down — no Man looked on —
The Earth and I, alone,
Were present at the Majesty —
He triumphed, and went on —
The Sun went up — no Man looked on —
The Earth and I and One
A nameless Bird — a Stranger
Were Witness for the Crown —
The Sun — just touched the Morning —
The Morning — Happy thing —
Supposed that He had come to dwell —
And Life would all be Spring!
She felt herself supremer —
A Raised — Ethereal Thing!
Henceforth — for Her — What Holiday!
Meanwhile — Her wheeling King —
Trailed — slow —...
The Sunrise runs for Both —
The East — Her Purple Troth
Keeps with the Hill —
The Noon unwinds Her Blue
Till One Breadth cover Two —
Remotest — still —
Nor does the Night forget
A Lamp for Each — to set —
Wicks wide away —
The North — Her blazing Sign
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