Emily Dickinson

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

What Shall I Do When The Summer Troubles - Poem by Emily Dickinson


What shall I do when the Summer troubles—
What, when the Rose is ripe—
What when the Eggs fly off in Music
From the Maple Keep?

What shall I do when the Skies a'chirrup
Drop a Tune on me—
When the Bee hangs all Noon in the Buttercup
What will become of me?

Oh, when the Squirrel fills His Pockets
And the Berries stare
How can I bear their jocund Faces
Thou from Here, so far?

'Twouldn't afflict a Robin—
All His Goods have Wings—
I—do not fly, so wherefore
My Perennial Things?

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  • (1/22/2016 9:42:00 PM)

    ...........beautifully penned.....nature poems are some of my favorites ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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