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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sun kept setting—setting—still</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">692</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Sun kept setting—setting—still<br>No Hue of Afternoon—<br>Upon the Village I perceived<br>From House to House 'twas Noon—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—still<br>No Dew upon the Grass—<br>But only on my Forehead stopped—<br>And wandered in my Face—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My Feet kept drowsing—drowsing—still<br>My fingers were awake—<br>Yet why so little sound—Myself<br>Unto my Seeming—make?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How well I knew the Light before—<br>I could see it now—<br>'Tis Dying—I am doing—but<br>I'm not afraid to know—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a></strong></div>

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