Juggler of Day lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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