The Juggler Of Day

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Title:     The Juggler Of Day
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;

Stooping as low as the otter's window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, --
And the juggler of day is gone!

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Juggler Of Day

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