Emily Dickinson - The day came slow, till five o' clock lyrics

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!