The day came slow, till five o'clock br Then sprang before the hills br Like hindered rubies, or the light br A sudden musket spills br br The purple could not keep the east, br The sunrise shook from fold, br Like breadths of topaz, packed a night, br The lady just unrolled. br br The happy winds their timbrels took; br The birds, in docile rows, br Arranged themselves around their prince br (The wind is prince of those).