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The day came slow, till five o'clock, / Then sprang before the hills / Like hindered rubies, or the light / A sudden musket spills.
The purple could not keep the east, / The sunrise shook from fold, / Like breadths of topaz, packed a night, / The lady just unrolled.
The happy winds their timbrels took; / The birds, in docile rows, / Arranged themselves around their prince / (The wind is prince of those).
The orchard sparkled like a Jew, -- / How mighty 't was, to stay / A guest in this stupendous place, / The parlor of the day!