Sunday, June 12, 2011

A something in a summer's Day - Emily Dickinson

A something in a summer's Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away 
Which solemnizes me. 

 A something in a summer's noon A depth  an Azure  a perfume Transcending ecstasy. 


And still within a summer's night 
A something so transporting bright 
I clap my hands to see 
 Then veil my too inspecting face
 Lets such a subtle  shimmering grace 
Flutter too far for me 

 The wizard fingers never rest  
The purple brook within the breast 
Still chafes it narrow bed 
 Still rears the East her amber Flag  
Guides still the sun along the Crag
 His Caravan of Red 
 So looking on  the night  the morn 
Conclude the wonder gay  
And I meet, coming thro' the dews 
Another summer's Day!

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