第67章

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.