Poetry & Verse
The Summer that we did not prize,
By Emily DickinsonSource: Emily Dickinson - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short37 words
The Summer that we did not prize, Her treasures were so easy Instructs us by departing now And recognition lazy -- Bestirs itself -- puts...
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The Summer that we did not prize, Her treasures were so easy Instructs us by departing now And recognition lazy -- Bestirs itself -- puts on its Coat, And scans with fatal promptness For Trains that moment out of sight, Unconscious of his smartness.
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