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Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Part Two: Nature

LXIII


A SOMETHING in a summer’s day,
As slow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.
  
A something in a summer’s noon,—
An azure depth, a wordless tune,        5
Transcending ecstasy.
  
And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;
  
Then veil my too inspecting face,        10
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.
  
The wizard-fingers never rest,
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed;        15
  
Still rears the East her amber flag,
Guides still the sun along the crag
His caravan of red,
  
Like flowers that heard the tale of dews,
But never deemed the dripping prize        20
Awaited their low brows;
  
Or bees, that thought the summer’s name
Some rumor of delirium
No summer could for them;
  
Or Arctic creature, dimly stirred        25
By tropic hint,—some travelled bird
Imported to the wood;
  
Or wind’s bright signal to the ear,
Making that homely and severe,
Contented, known, before        30
  
The heaven unexpected came,
To lives that thought their worshipping
A too presumptuous psalm.

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