[00:00.00]Blazing In Gold And Quenching In Purple - Emily Dickinson
[00:00.90]Blazing in gold and quenching in purple
[00:05.94]Blazing in gold and quenching in purple
[00:08.82]Leaping like Leopards to the sky
[00:11.61]Then at the feet of the old Horizon
[00:14.19]Laying her spotted face to die
[00:16.95]Stooping as low as the Otter's Window
[00:20.30]Touching the roof and tinting the Barn
[00:23.26]Kissing her bonnet to the meadow
[00:25.88]And the juggler of day is gone