Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| AS imperceptibly as grief | |
| The summer lapsed away, | |
| Too imperceptible, at last, | |
| To seem like perfidy. | |
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| A quietness distilled, | 5 |
| As twilight long begun, | |
| Or Nature, spending with herself | |
| Sequestered afternoon. | |
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| The dusk drew earlier in, | |
| The morning foreign shone, | 10 |
| A courteous, yet harrowing grace, | |
| As guest who would be gone. | |
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| And thus, without a wing, | |
| Or service of a keel, | |
| Our summer made her light escape | 15 |
| Into the beautiful. | |
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