As Imperceptibly As Grief : Emily Dickinson : : Summer Time Classic : :

As imperceptibly as GriefThe Summer lapsed away –Too imperceptible at lastTo seem like Perfidy –A Quietness distilledAs Twilight long begun,Or Nature spending with herselfSequestered Afternoon –The Dusk drew earlier in –The Morning foreign shone –A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,As Guest, that would be gone –And thus, without a WingOr service of a KeelOur Summer madeContinue reading “As Imperceptibly As Grief : Emily Dickinson : : Summer Time Classic : :”

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