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!

Autore: Emily Dickinson

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time.<br />The steeples swam in amethyst, <br />The news like squirrels ran. <br />The hills untied their bonnets,<br />The bobolinks begun.<br />Then I said softly to myself,<br />"That must have been the sun! - Emily Dickinson



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