September – Summer Lapsed Away

September The Summer Lapsed Away

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

Emily Dickinson poet
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