638 br br To my small Hearth His fire came— br And all my House aglow br Did fan and rock, with sudden light— br 'Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky— br br Impanelled from no Summer brief— br With limit of Decay— br 'Twas Noon—without the News of Night— br Nay, Nature, it was Day—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br