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A slash of Blue—
A sweep of Gray—
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky—
A little purple—slipped between—
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on—
A Wave of Gold—
A Bank of Day—
This just makes out the Morning Sky.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A Darting Fear&Mdash;A Pomp&Mdash;A Tear
- A Doubt If It Be Us
- A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
- A Door Just Opened On A Street
- I Died For Beauty