Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| FARTHER in summer than the birds, | |
| Pathetic from the grass, | |
| A minor nation celebrates | |
| Its unobtrusive mass. | |
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| No ordinance is seen, | 5 |
| So gradual the grace, | |
| A pensive custom it becomes, | |
| Enlarging loneliness. | |
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| Antiquest felt at noon | |
| When August, burning low, | 10 |
| Calls forth this spectral canticle, | |
| Repose to typify. | |
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| Remit as yet no grace, | |
| No furrow on the glow, | |
| Yet a druidic difference | 15 |
| Enhances nature now. | |
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