Emily Dickinson Summer Poems

122

A something in a summer's Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
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A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
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1068

Further in Summer than the Birds
Pathetic from the Grass
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981

As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
Or Bees, at Christmas show—
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221

It can't be "Summer"!
That—got through!
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31

Summer for thee, grant I may be
When Summer days are flown!
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342

It will be Summer—eventually.
Ladies—with parasols—
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846

Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
Proffered to the Plain—
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322

There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me—
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Her final summer was it,
And yet we guessed it not;
If tenderer industriousness
Pervaded her, we thought
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691

Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
Spices? Buy here!
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I know a place where summer strives
With such a practised frost,
She each year leads her daisies back,
Recording briefly, 'Lost.'
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651

So much Summer
Me for showing
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631

Ourselves were wed one summer—dear—
Your Vision—was in June—
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956

What shall I do when the Summer troubles—
What, when the Rose is ripe—
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307

The One who could repeat the Summer day—
Were greater than itself—though He
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