by Emily Dickinson
595
Like Mighty Foot Lights-burned the Red
At Bases of the Trees-
The far Theatricals of Day
Exhibiting-to These-
'Twas Universe-that did applaud-
While Chiefest-of the Crowd-
Enabled by his Royal Dress-
Myself distinguished God-
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