I'll tell you how the Sun rose --
A Ribbon at a time --
The Steeples swam in Amethyst --
The news, like Squirrels, ran.
The Hills untied their Bonnets --
The Bobolinks -- begun --
Then I said softly to myself --
"That must have been the Sun!"

But how he set -- I know not --
There seemed a purple stile
That little Yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while --

Till when they reached the other side,
A Dominie in Gray
Put gently up the evening Bars,
And led the flock away --