950
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
Where Sunset hence must be
For treason not of His, but Life's,
Gone Westerly, Today—
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
Where Morning just begun—
What difference, after all, Thou mak'st
Thou supercilious Sun?
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Drop, That Wrestles In The Sea
- New Feet Within My Garden Go
- I Keep My Pledge
- I Know Where Wells Grow—droughtless Wells
- Morning—is The Place For Dew