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DAY'S PARLOR. The day came slow, till five o'clock, Then sprang before the hills Like hindered rubies, or the light A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east, The sunrise shook from fold, Like breadths of topaz, packed a night, The lady just unrolled. The happy winds their timbrels took; The birds, in docile rows, Arranged themselves around their prince (The wind is prince of those). DAY'S PARLOUR THE DAY CAME SLOW TILL FIVE O'CLOCK THEN SPRANG BEFORE THE HILLS LIKE HINDERED RUBIES O'ER THE LIGHT A SUDDEN MUSKET SPILLS THE PURPLE COULD NOT KEEP THE EAST THE SUNRISE SHOOK FROM FOLD LIKE BREADTHS OF TOPAZ PACKED A NIGHT THE LADY JUST UNROLLED THE HAPPY WINDS THEIR TIMBRELS TOOK THE BIRDS IN DOCILE ROWS ARRANGED THEMSELVES AROUND THEIR PRINCE THE WIND IS PRINCE OF THOSE
f the minutest cricket, The most unworthy flower. When all the children sleep She turns as long away As will suffice to light her lamps; Then, bending from the sky With infinite affection And infiniter care, Her golden finger on her lip, Wills silence everywhere. II. OUT OF THE MORNING. Will there really be a morning? Is there such a thing as day? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? Has it feet like water-lilies? Has it feathers like a bird? Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard? Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor! Oh, some wise man from the skies! Please to tell a little pilgrim Where the place called morning lies! III. At half-past three a single bird Unto a silent sky Propounded but a single term Of cautious melody. At half-past four, experiment Had subjugated test, And lo! her silver principle Supplanted all the rest. At half-past seven, element Nor implement was seen, And place was where the presence was, Circumference between. IV.  INCITES THE TIMID PRAYER OF THE MINUTEST CRICKET THE MOST UNWORTHY FLOWER WHEN ALL THE CHILDREN SLEEP SHE TURNS AS LONG AWAY AS WILL SUFFICE TO LIGHT HER LAMPS THEN BENDING FROM THE SKY WITH INFINITE AFFECTION AND INFINITER CARE HER GOLDEN FINGER ON HER LIP WILL'S SILENCE EVERYWHERE TWO OUT OF THE MORNING WILL THERE REALLY BE A MORNING IS THERE SUCH A THING AS DAY COULD I SEE IT FROM THE MOUNTAINS IF I WERE AS TALL AS THEY HAS IT FEET LIKE WATER LILIES HAS IT FEATHERS LIKE A BIRD IS IT BROUGHT FROM FAMOUS COUNTRIES OF WHICH I HAVE NEVER HEARD O SOME SCHOLAR OH SOME SAILOR OH SOME WISE MAN FROM THE SKIES PLEASE TO TELL A LITTLE PILGRIM WHERE THE PLACE CALLED MOURNING LIES THREE AT HALF PAST THREE A SINGLE BIRD UNTO A SILENT SKY PROPOUNDED BUT A SINGLE TERM OF CAUTIOUS MELODY AT HALF PAST FOUR EXPERIMENT HAD SUBJUGATED TEST AND LO HER SILVER PRINCIPLE SUPPLANTED ALL THE REST AT HALF PAST SEVEN ELEMENT NOR IMPLEMENT WAS SEEN AND PLACE WAS WHERE THE PRESENCE WAS CIRCUMFERENCE BETWEEN FOUR
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