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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.
Emily Dickinson 1830-1886
I know Emily was last month's 'Master' choice - (poem and comments found in archive section).
I just could not pass on this "coming of fall" poem, her effort here shows why she receives such acclaim; please enjoy it!
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