TheSunkeptstooping

The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!

The Hills to meet him rose!

On his side, what Transaction!

On their side, what Repose!

Deeper and deeper grew the stain

Upon the window pane --

Thicker and thicker stood the feet

Until the Tyrian

Was crowded dense with Armies --

So gay, so Brigadier --

That I felt martial stirrings

Who once the Cockade wore --

Charged from my chimney corner --

But Nobody was there!