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This version of “A Day” appeared in the 1891 edition of Poems by Emily Dickinson, edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and Thomas Wentworth Higginson. Between 1850 and 1866, ten Dickinson poems appeared in newspapers, all anonymously and likely without her knowledge. 

A Day

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
Which 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.
 

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Born in 1830 in Massachusetts, Emily Dickinson lived in almost total physical isolation from the outside world and is now considered, along with Walt Whitman, the founder of a uniquely American poetic voice.

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One day is there of the series	
Termed "Thanksgiving Day"	
Celebrated part at table	
Part in memory -
Neither Ancestor nor Urchin
I review the Play -	
Seems it to my Hooded thinking	
Reflex Holiday	
Had There been no sharp subtraction	
From the early Sum -	        
Not an acre or a Caption	
Where was once a Room
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The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend  –  
Or the most agonizing Spy  –  
An Enemy  –  could send  – 

Secure against its own  –  
No treason it can fear  –  
Itself  –  its Sovereign  –  of itself
The Soul should stand in Awe  –  
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Because I could not stop for Death – 
He kindly stopped for me –  
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –  
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility – 

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –  
We passed