Sunday, July 14, 2019

THE SUMMER THAT WE DID NOT PRIZE - by Emily Dickinson





THE  SUMMER  THAT  WE  DID  NOT  PRIZE


by Emily Dickinson


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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