Emily Dickinson - The Sun kept setting—setting—still (692) lyrics

The Sun kept setting—setting—still No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House 'twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—still No Dew upon the Gra**— But only on my Forehead stopped— And wandered in my Face— My Feet kept drowsing—drowsing—still My fingers were awake— Yet why so little sound—Myself Unto my Seeming—make? How well I knew the Light before— I could see it now— 'Tis Dying—I am doing—but I'm not afraid to know—