The Day Came Slow

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 lazy just unrolled.

The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds in docile rows,
Arranged themselves around their prince.
(The wind is price of those.)

The orchard sparkled like a jewel, ---
How mighty 'twas to stay,
A guest in this stupendous place,
The parlor of the day.

Apparently with no Surprise

Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it as its play,
In accidental power.
The blonde assassin passes on.
The sun proceeds unmoved,
To measure off another day,
For an approving God.