The Sun kept stooping—stooping lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low!
The Hills to meet him rose!
On his side, what Transaction!
On their side, what Repose!
Deeper and deeper grew the stain
Upon the window pane
Thicker and thicker stood the feet
Until the Tyrian
Was crowded dense with Armies
So gay, so Brigadier
That I felt martial stirrings
Who once the c*ckade wore
Charged from my chimney corner
But Nobody was there!