The Sun retired to a cloud
Emily Dickinson
1693 The Sun retired to a cloud A Woman’s shawl as big— And then he sulked in mercury Upon a scarlet log— The drops on Nature’s forehead stood Home flew the loaded bees— The South unrolled a purple fan And handed to the trees.
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