I'll tell you how the sun rose, -- a ribbon at a time.

More from Emily Dickinson

• Because I could not stop for Death--
• Because I could not stop for Death– He kindly stopped for me
• Had I not seen the Sun
• Hope is the thing with feathers
• when that which is and that which was - apart - intrinsic stand and this brief tragedy of flesh is shifted like a sand
• when that which is and that which was -apart - intrinsic standand this brief tragedy of flesh is shifted like a sand