“The Sun Kept Setting” by Emily Dickinson

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 Grass –

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 –

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