Emily Dickinson

As Imperceptibly As Grief

poem 1540

As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered 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 Wing Or service of a Keel Our Summer made her light escape Into the Beautiful.

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