Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Something In A Summer's Day - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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A something in a summer's Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer's noon—
A depth—an Azure—a perfume—
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
Lets such a subtle—shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me—

The wizard fingers never rest—
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed—

Still rears the East her amber Flag—
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red—

So looking on—the night—the morn
Conclude the wonder gay—
And I meet, coming thro' the dews
Another summer's Day!


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  • Rookie - 175 Points Angelina Holmes (5/5/2014 7:20:00 PM)

    Summer! Can't wait til it comes! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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