Emily Dickinson

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

Further In Summer Than The Birds - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Further in Summer than the Birds
Pathetic from the Grass
A minor Nation celebrates
Its unobtrusive Mass.

No Ordinance be seen
So gradual the Grace
A pensive Custom it becomes
Enlarging Loneliness.

Antiquest felt at Noon
When August burning low
Arise this spectral Canticle
Repose to typify

Remit as yet no Grace
No Furrow on the Glow
Yet a Druidic Difference
Enhances Nature now

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  • Gold Star - 36,824 Points * Sunprincess * (11/21/2015 6:08:00 PM)

    .........speechless....this poem is so different than her other writes ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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