As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away
Too imperceptible, at last
To seem like Perfidy
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon
The Dusk drew earlier in
The Morning foreign shone
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace
As Guest that would be gone
And thus without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful
by Emily Dickinson
