Poem Prompt - Dickenson

I know prompts are a crutch, but I'd rather hobble on the field than sit on the sideline.  Don't judge. Or do. I really can't stop you.

Prompt: write a poem that begins with Emily Dickenson's first line "Bring me the sunset in a cup." Much to my shame, I was unfamiliar with the Lady in White's poem, so I wrote mine then read hers. Needless to say, mine is a fun little exercise and hers is a look into her soul. Well, I hope you enjoy both (though selfishly, I begin with mine).

If this doesn't inspire serenity, I'm afraid you're doomed.
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Bring me the sunset in a cup,

  warm from simmering,

  with wispy clouds and soft hues.

Bring me the day’s end -

  the things still undone offset

  by the promise of tomorrow.

Bring me the beginnings

  of stargazing and dreaming

  that fill the night with beauty.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

- Me :) 

Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!

Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!

Also, who laid the Rainbow's piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite—
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?

Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who'll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?

Emily Dickinson