I KNOW A PLACE WHERE SUMMER STRIVES - by Emily Dickinson

I  KNOW  A  PLACE  WHERE  SUMMER  STRIVES      by Emily Dickinson I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost  She -- each year -- leads her Daisies back  Recording briefly -- "Lost"  But when the South Wind stirs the Pools And struggles in the lanes  Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow  And she pours soft Refrains Into the lap of Adamant  And spices - and the Dew  That stiffens quietly to Quartz  Upon her Amber Shoe