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XLIII. The Juggler of Day

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Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,

Leaping like leopards to the sky,

Then at the feet of the old horizon

Laying her spotted face, to die;


Stooping as low as the otter's window,

Touching the roof and tinting the barn,

Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, —

And the juggler of day is gone!

Dickinson: The Complete Works

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