The Day Came Slow, Till Five O'Clock, Then Sprang Before The Hills Like Hindered Rubies, Or The Light A Sudden Musket Spills. The Purple Could Not Keep The East, The Sunrise Shook From Fold, Like Breadths Of Topaz, Packed A Night, The Lady Just Unrolled. The Happy Winds Their Timbrels Took; The Birds, In Docile Rows, Arranged Themselves Around Their Prince (The Wind Is Prince Of Those). The Orchard Sparkled Like A Jew, -- How Mighty 'T Was, To Stay A Guest In This Stupendous Place, The Parlor Of The Day!