It was a quiet seeming Day—
Emily Dickinson
1419 It was a quiet seeming Day— There was no harm in earth or sky— Till with the closing sun There strayed an accidental Red A Strolling Hue, one would have said To westward of the Town— But when the Earth began to jar And Houses vanished with a roar And Human Nature hid We comprehended by the Awe As those that Dissolution saw The Poppy in the Cloud
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