Farwell to summer

Friday, 31 August, 2012

Traditionally, summer extends for the months of June, July and August in the northern hemisphere. And now that it’s ending, filled with grief as its passing, we’ll bid farewell to those lazy, hazy days with the immortal, ethereal verse of Emily Dickinson.

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.

Emily Dickinson (1830 — 1886)

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