Emily Dickinson

It Can’T Be Summer!

poem 221

It can’t be Summer! That got through! It’s early yet for Spring! There’s that long town of White to cross Before the Blackbirds sing! It can’t be Dying! It’s too Rouge The Dead shall go in White So Sunset shuts my question down With Cuffs of Chrysolite!

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