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V. The Sun's Wooing

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The sun just touched the morning;

The morning, happy thing,

Supposed that he had come to dwell,

And life would be all spring.


She felt herself supremer, —

A raised, ethereal thing;

Henceforth for her what holiday!

Meanwhile, her wheeling king


Trailed slow along the orchards

His haughty, spangled hems,

Leaving a new necessity, —

The want of diadems!


The morning fluttered, staggered,

Felt feebly for her crown, —

Her unanointed forehead

Henceforth her only one.

Dickinson: The Complete Works

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