I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —
\nA ribbon at a time.
\nThe steeples swam in amethyst,
\nThe news like squirrels ran.<\/p>\n
The hills untied their bonnets,
\nThe bobolinks begun.
\nThen I said softly to myself,
\n“That must have been the sun!”<\/p>\n
* * *<\/p>\n
But how he set, I know not.
\nThere seemed a purple stile
\nWhich little yellow boys and girls
\nWere climbing all the while<\/p>\n
Till when they reached the other side,
\nA dominie in gray
\nPut gently up the evening bars,
\nAnd led the flock away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"