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 —
(Emily Dickinson)
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Based on Topics: Light PoemsBased on Keywords: village, setting, wandered, seeming, perceived, dropping, drowsing