They called me to the Window, for Emily Dickinson

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They called me to the Window, for
" 'Twas Sunset"—Some one said
I only saw a Sapphire Farm
And just a Single Herd

Of Opal Cattle—feeding far
Upon so vain a Hill
As even while I looked—dissolved
Nor Cattle were—nor Soil

But in their stead—a Sea—displayed
And Ships—of such a size
As Crew of Mountains—could afford
And Decks—to seat the skies

This—too—the Showman rubbed away
And when I looked again
Nor Farm—nor Opal Herd—was there
Nor Mediterranean