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 abroad
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 —
The Orchard sparkled like a Jew —
How mighty ’twas — to be
A Guest in this stupendous place —
The Parlor — of the Day —